Today is Chloe's 7th birthday.
Since I sort of hate when my children get older, I'm in a little bit of shock. Back when Bria turned 7 I had a really hard time for some reason, and today as I look at Chloe I feel a bit of the same way. Something about this age seems to phase out the little kid and bring a glimpse of the young woman that is beginning to develop.
We are in Utah right now, so I don't have recently edited pictures of Chloe and no photoshop here to get them blog-ready, so I chose this picture off of my flickr account. It's just classic Chloe.
Chloe is dramatic. She is a performer. I love watching her in her school programs and plays because she puts her entire soul and then some into those performances, and she loves every minute of it. She is also dramatic with her very own emotions and feelings, and while sometimes I don't love the drama queen aspect of her personality, it does bring many smiles and giggles once we're past the screaming. And of course when she's happy, she's ecstatic, and that always makes me pretty darn happy, too.
Chloe is my cuddle bug. She gives her signature "tight hugs" to anyone who is a willing recipient and anyone who gets one can't help but smile. She always wants to sleep with someone at night, so she has started having Sophia get in bed with her so she can have someone to cuddle with (Sophia is quite the cuddle bug herself, so this is a good arrangement). When she is with her friends she is constantly hugging them as well, or holding their hands or having her arm around them.
(I just remembered this picture of me and Chloe on my Facebook. It was taken this past summer just before we moved and is a great example of this girl and her amazing "tight hugs")
Chloe is generous and kind. She loves to make things for people and is always the first to share her treats with her sisters. She has even given up her tooth fairy money recently so that Bria could buy something she wanted. She loves to help me around the house, and recently even wrote a list of all the "gobs" she would do on a Saturday and it was more than I could accomplish in an entire week. She was honestly sad that she couldn't do for me all that she wanted to do.
Chloe is an artist. Her pictures are becoming more and more sophisticated, and I wish I could share them more often with you, but my scanner is broken. Her hands are always colored with various paints and markers--they are artists' hands, after all. She tells everyone who asks what she wants to be when she grows up that she wants to be an artist. But then she'll clarify, "except, I already am an artist, so I don't have to wait until I grow up."
Chloe is a very happy girl and brings such joy to our household. I'm so blessed to have her. She is less demanding than her two sisters, and she probably suffers from classic middle child syndrome, but she does it with grace. She doesn't mind being alone, drawing or reading a book, while I deal with her sisters. I am so thankful that she is my daughter.
We got her ears pierced, as per tradition, yesterday. I will post more about that next week when I can get the photos up.
Happy Birthday, Goose! I love you forever and a day!