A rite of passage, I suppose. Isabella invited me to lunch so that I could take her to the book fair. In addition to her books, she wanted a Diary. Her first diary, complete with a lock. I have no idea what secrets a seven year old has, but apparently they need to be kept under lock and key.
I confess, my heart skipped a beat. Such a precious moment, this rite of passage.
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