Seven. The baby of the family is seven. There was a day when I never thought we'd be out of diapers, or naptime or all the million other things that come with having an itty bitty. And, here we are. Babies really don't keep. So instead of wishing for the time back, I'm gonna be oh-so-grateful for the minutes God gave me today with my kids. It's all we've got, y'all. To Gianna, happy seventh birthday sweetheart. We'll party soon enough. I gotta get your older sister confirmed and street legal first! Without any further delay, enjoy this year's birthday ...