On her birthday, Lucy reflects on some meaningful childhood experiences from each of her seven years. Her sweet, often humorous recollections beautifully convey her expanding abilities and growing independence. At two, armed with the stool Uncle David made with her name painted on it in big red letters, Lucy “stood on my name to get a cup of water all by myself.” At three, she took to scribbling her name on everything, including herself and the floor. And on the first day of kindergarten, when she found her name above a coat hook, she knew just where to hang her sweater.