Seven going on Seventy

As my daughter gets older and older, I try to include her less and less on this blog for a couple of reasons.  One, because she can read- and two, because she's finding her own way in the world and I don't want to embarrass her to death.  But lately her way with words has been cracking me up and I just have to document it for our old age. 

A few months ago, Sadie became a Hallmark cliche.  She likes to write cards for people and she tries her very hardest to come up with things that sound very poetic.  Even though she's only seven, she's come up with some humdinger wisdom.  Like the time she made a birthday card for my grandmother's 74th birthday.  The front of the card said in giant letters, "HOPE COMES, HOPE GOES.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY."  Which to me was just a fancy way of saying, "Dude.  Your old and it's hopeless.  But I hope it's a good day anyway."  It was so morbid that I had to issue a warning to my Granny before she even read it.  But Sadie was convinced that it was the most beautiful sounding saying that she'd ever created so we let it slide.

Fast forward to this week.  She's putting her poetry skills to the test again.  She and Noah have decorated their ceiling with notebook scribblings.

Noah's are just blotches of color, but Sadie is trying to achieve world peace with hers.  They say things like:

Seriously- how does she come up with this stuff?  And what does it really even mean?

Love is the biggest word?  I'll have some of what she's having.

She and John Lennon could have written some great songs together.

And my very favorite- just to prove that she is still a little girl...

Kamron and Megan sitting in a tree.  K-I-S-S-I-N-G...  'cause you know, hubs and I climb trees and make out in front of our kids ALL THE TIME! 

Perhaps she'll be a Nobel Peace prize winner.  Or a fantastic teacher.  Or someone who never wears deodorant and sits around a campfire singing Kumbaya all day.  Who knows?  But for now, she's being the best toothless wonder and lovey eyed dreamer she can be.