My Cayna-Banayna is seven years old! Truly amazing.
She donned some loooooooooong dangly earrings (compliments of her Grandma Viv), a purple dress, and black high heels to go to IHOP. She looked beautiful. I think I made strides in her health education by filtering her request for "a bowl of sausage" down to two little links. (You're welcome, Cayna's heart and arteries.)
So the sun goes down just like last night, except tonight my oldest daughter is seven.
(And, when we straighten out our issues with iPhoto, I'll post a photo.)