Although Lucy is defiant about the fact that she is not a baby, even when she is throwing a giant-sized tantrum or bawling about her lack of squinkies (the bane of my existence right now), she is quick to admit that she is “the baby of our family.” For some reason that makes the word “baby” acceptable.
My question is this though: How in the world is my baby turning six today? How did she go from this:
While I took one split-second to blink?
Here she is trying to trick me that she’s really turning eight:
She sure thought that was slap-stick hilarious…
Oh man I love those dimples.
I love her bright blue eyes.
I love how she moves her whole face to talk and express herself. It’s like the words are stuck in there and she has to situate her face just so to get them out.
I love how she throws her head back when she gives big belly-laughs.
I love that she’s a daredevil and she does gutsy things like going down fifteen scary waterslides with me and Dave at a party last month.
I love that she exclaims things like “oh, you look SO cute today!” to her friends and her sister’s friends when they walk in the door….and uses words like absolutely and hilarious.
And I love how she completes our family. And teaches me. And wraps herself around Dave’s finger even when she’s driving him nutty.
Yes, we are pretty darn lucky to call this girl “ours.”
Although we know she is really His. And He sent her here to teach us a thing or two.
Happy Birthday Lucy!!