There's my big girl. My first born. The blonde, blue-eyed one who looks like me as a kid, but whose temperament is more like Rob. Whose textbook delivery fooled me into thinking I could go again. She's the one who loves to read, read, read, and write lists and notes and messages and who adores pens, paper and all other office accessories as much as I do. She's the one who can't sit still, can't stop talking, won't stop asking. She makes friends easily, loves school but loves being at home more. She can be old beyond her years, but still needs cuddles when she can get them. Scarlett turned 8 this week, which astonished us just as much as last year and the years before. Her height chart, recorded each year on her birthday, shows she has grown almost 3 inches. She has gone up a shoe size and needs longer trousers, but she's still as lithe, slim and supple as ever. Here she is in her annual jeans and t-shirt shot and a few more pics to show how we celebrated the anniversary of the birth of our darling girl.
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