Seven on the Seventh

Seven years ago, not anywhere close to four score, two parents brought forth on this continent, a new baby, conceived in Appleton, WI and dedicated to the proposition that girls are made of sugar, spice, and everything nice.   Okay, Abraham Lincoln I am not, but today marks the 7th birthday our our daughter.   A special one since you only get one chance to celebrate the years of your birth on the same day as the day of your birth.   We reminisced a little bit this morning with her and played the guilt card about how long it took my wife to go into labor, how little sleep we got those first few weeks, and how many times we had to change diapers during the first few days in the hospital.   Of course, none of that was really true, but it's nice to be able to watch her appreciate the day a little more instead of anticipating the newest toy to be unwrapped at the table tonight.

I tried to think about unique ways to capture the "7" theme for today and was drawing a blank.   There aren't any 7/11's here in Monroe, nor are there any addresses with just a 7 in the number.   I looked at the street signs, but 7th street essentially doesn't exist except for about a block and the 7th avenue sign is in someone's front yard with a foreboding "No Trespassing" sign perched on the fence.   Swiss Colony has a catalog called Seventh Avenue, but I suppose the creative juices weren't flowing as much as I would have liked when I looked at that sign over the outlet store here in town.   Finally, I was driving back home and remembered the disc golf course that one of the parks has here in town.   Trudging through the chilly and dewy grass, I found the number 7 tee box and found the shot.   I'm extremely lucky to have such a talented and smart young lady celebrating her "golden birthday" today, turning 7 on the 7th.