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Kaybree turns 7

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I haven't been good at taking photos recently. I've decided it's more important to be in the moment than capturing the moment for everyone else. I do take photos at home, during sweet and quiet moments but I don't take many when we are out doing things. One less thing to worry about. But now I have no photos of my birthday girl on her birthday. Oops.

Kaybree turned seven on Saturday. Just like that you're a big girl. You love swimming (even going down big water slides) riding horses, taking care of Aspen, reading, riding a bike without training wheels and being in charge. You act shy sometimes but on your birthday you wrote "Happy birthday, Kaybree" on the chalk board at Red Robin so everyone would know and you pretended to be embarrassed when the staff sang to you.

We started the day off trying out the new Crayola Experience at Chandler mall. You like coloring and crafts and you chose that over a new bike. When we got home you went to lunch with Grandma Duck. You came home with a pile of small toys. None of them really go together but each is small enough to fit in a purse. Later we went to dinner at Red Robin and Brodie and Jonathan came and gave you an Our Generation Doll and a purse with a can of olives in it. You were thrilled. You have not stopped carrying that doll around the house yet.

Eisley was such a good sister all day. She was happy for you, not jealous. When I suggested at dinner that you should share your ice cream with her (because she shared hers on her birthday) she said that's OK, she didn't want any. She just wanted to see your gifts and plan out how she could play with you when you got home. It was so sweet to see her be so understanding all day.

Kaybree, I think you've felt a little ignored lately. It was so nice to finally have a day to celebrate you and remind you we love you. We really do love you. Brendon and I just can't believe the sweet girl you are turning into. You bore your testimony in church a couple weeks ago. Dad pointed out your testimony during family home evening and asked you to share it in church. You wrote it down on a note pad and brought it to church and told everyone you would be bearing your testimony (you even made Dad tell the Bishop so he would know.) When it was time you marched right up there and read from your notes. You said Jesus and Heavenly Father made everything so without him we wouldn't have anything. It was beautiful. It was perfect.

Eisley told Grandma she doesn't have a testimony but she has lots of eczema!

You've finally started piano lessons. That's great because you were playing every day anyways. Might as well give you something to play.



Basically every morning in my bed.

I asked to get a picture of the two of you with your hair braided after Mexico and Kaybree responded with "And Aspen!"



You are always trying to snuggle her.

Good thing she loves you!

I love you, Kaybree! I love how much you love being the oldest sister. I love how closely you follow the rules. I love how good of a teacher you are. I love that you love reading and learning. I love that you love crafts. I love that you love dressing up. I love that you love sharing what you know. I love that you are a perfect little princess! I hope you always know how much we love you. You are forever my baby and you are wonderful!

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