Seven years ago my baby was born.
…with six toes on one foot.
…and a much-awaited-for smile that could melt your heart.
She still gets these big tears:
..and still looks like this every now and again:
But oh how little we could know that day seven years ago what joy she would bring to our family.
Nor how much a mothers’ heart could worry.
Her feistiness will give anyone a run for their money:
Her siblings could not adore her more.
And her sweetness has gradually enveloped her tantrums.
I love her beauty blue eyes.
I love how she sees the world and expresses it through her art.
I love how she looks when she puts on her glasses…face all scrunched up to get them on right.
I love how she says things like “whatevs” and an incredulous “seriously?”
I love the noise of complete glee she makes when she opens gifts.
I love that she loves schedules and order.
I love how she says “hello.”
I love how she and Dave say “goodnight” to each other when he puts her to bed: “guniiiiiiiiiiiiiet Lucy!” real loud from the hallway after he closes her door. “guniiiiiiiiiiet Daddy!” she yells back.
And I can tell from her voice she has a big smile stretched across her face while she says it.
I love that she has learned to look at people in the eye, and how she maneuvers her face and mouth to express what she’s trying to say.
I love that she has to give me a kiss before she goes to Primary each Sunday.
I love how she sings, and what an amazing imagination she has with all her “guys.” (an example here)
But most of all I love that she’s mine.
And that she teaches me things every day.
Love you sweet Lucy.
Forever and ever.