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Eight is...

 Eight is a year for third grade in our house. The small changes have started. Her little voice sounds not so little. She can ride all the rides, at just over 4 feet. Independence has always been her way, but now it is accompanied by a stronger sense of confidence and competence.  Eight is a year for really swimming. She has always been a mermaid, and this is a season where her strokes are sure, and the cold does not hit her when she splashes, just the joy of being in water. She rides her bike round and round the cul de sac. Happy to be outside, content with her own company when her sister seeks solitude indoors.  Eight is legos and dragons, some times at the same time when her imagination meets her creativity. The pillow forts and indoor tents are adventures broken only by granola bars and blueberries.  Eight is "momma can I make scrambled eggs?" and "momma can i make grilled cheese?" and "momma can i...?" I am both reluctant to let her lead and excited a...