7

She is seven.

Large brown eyes. Unexpected freckles across the bridge of her nose.

She was six when she learned to ride a bike. She was five when she lost her first tooth. She was four when she asked to be baptized.

Shaggy brown hair falling into her face. Dirty toes from a barefoot life.

She was three when she first dressed up for Halloween. She was two when we celebrated in Costa Rica. She was one when we moved.

Now she is seven. Seven and beautiful and more than my heart can hold.

I don't know why I feel so sad.