Someone handed me this old picture of Isabella last week. I think she was 4. I love that she's 7 now and I love all the things she knows and can talk about, but this photo made me smile big. Four was before schedules and homework and ponytails and lost teeth. It was before the truth about the tooth fairy and addition of double digit numbers. And it was waaaaay before attitude that rivals that of a surly teenager. Oh, but I love that little face!
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