Happy Birthday, Maggie!
In your seventh year you grew tall and brave.
You fought the Dark Side.
You climbed mountains.
You swam in your first race.
Your extraordinary personality shone on.
You learned how to boogie board.
You started First Grade.
You lost your first tooth... and your second.
You insisted on being an owl when everyone else matched, and you were the cutest owl there ever was.
You learned how to play soccer (but mostly skipped around the field).
You climbed to the top.
You completed 1 year of gymnastics and learned how to cartwheel.
You became even more sweet and kind.
And a whole lot more silly.
To another wonderful year!