But Seven is the age of my lastborn child.
Now, I really, really like little kids. I find them highly entertaining and quite remarkable in many ways. And I'm pretty sentimental about my babies growing up.
Today's happy involves the fact that my baby has already been around for over seven years. Which means that when my work day (er... the paid portion of my work day) ends at 5:30 pm, the youngest mammal aside from the pets is well beyond preschool aged.
As a matter of fact, he is an auto-bum-wiping, self-feeding, anti-diaper-wearing glorious seven years old.
I'm particularly happy about that reality today.