Seven and amazing. Amazing that she is seven, amazing that seven years have flown by, amazing to watch her grown. All last year was a year of writing and words for her. Every inch of our designated art area was full of torn, cut and taped paper with stories, pictures, words, numbers written everywhere. How does that happen? How did that newborn baby with eyes slowly blinking at the world and hands waving magic spells in the air seven years ago ever learn to write? It is magic, pure magic.