Exactly seven years ago (in 45 more minutes, anyway) she made it known that she was ready to begin the staging for her debut in this world. Twelve more hours--and here she is! It's funny now how I can't really remember the 34 years I lived before meeting her with much color or clarity--what did I do for fun, what is this "me time" I hear about-- but the last seven have been one heck of a ride! Seven. Certainly not a baby anymore. But when she's asleep like this, I can still see the traces of my tiny, tiny baby girl that I met seven years ago tomorrow. Seven.
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