Ivy turns seven on Friday. SEVEN YEARS OLD.
She’s so ready for second grade.
She’s smart, she’s funny, she’s goofy, she’s protective.
She tells me to be careful every time I climb up to the top bunk to give her a hug good night.
She’s thoughtful, she’s sincere. She’s sensitive.
She’s shy, she’s so lovable, she’s a fantastic big sister.
Happy birthday, my sweet Ivy.