Seven

She's playing third base for the Chickadees in the girl's softball league at the church we attended. At eight, the glove didn't just swallow her hand, it looked like it would swallow her entire arm. She loved the game wholeheartedly. And that night, there was a swing, and a ball fouled high into the air between third and home. Rushing forward fearlessly, she camped under, reached up into the darkness and caught the ball! If you've seen the replays of the World Series last year, or remember how high Doug Mientkiewicz jumped when he caught the ball for the last out...well, she could have given him lessons. Utter joy.

And now we're down to one week. Wow. (Do I sound like I'm having problems handling this or something?)