Well, I think it’s safe to say that this is Lucy’s favorite season.
It’s been an up and down few months around here (more on that later), but no matter happens, this sweet, silly, wonderful little girl makes me the happiest woman in the entire world. Every single day.
As we prepare for Bill’s celebration of life, Graham’s family has been going through lots of keepsakes and photos. It’s a treasure trove, you guys. Diplomas, Christmas cards, newspaper clippings – it’s been incredible to look through all of it. Bill lived a big, beautiful life. And collected and kept everything, including old slides. Graham found a hard drive full of them, going all the way back to the 1940s.
Lucy looks so much like her dad, so I’m not surprised that she also looks like his dad.
Here’s baby Bill:
And here’s Lucy:
Both at Easter, 1944 and 2026.
And she didn’t just inherit his features. Look at this:
I mean, I know I never taught her how to do that, and yet…
The past and the present aren’t the same, but they sure are similar, aren’t they? Smiles all around.
I’m so grateful we have so many memories of Bill to share with Lucy when she’s older. I won’t ever let her forget her Papa Bill, and how wonderful he was, and how much he loved her.
I mean, is anyone surprised?
(I am not surprised. And I am keeping us stocked up on all the sunscreen.)
The little beach fairy who made me a mama.
And her grandmother, the woman who made me.
My parents came to visit this weekend, and I’m so grateful I got to spend Mother’s Day with my mom. My dad starts his cancer treatment this week, and it’ll be a while before we’re all together again, so I’m especially glad we got to make these memories. Every day counts, y’all, and every moment is special.
Well, this was just wonderful. 😊
Winter is still my favorite, even now that I live at the beach these days. I never take snow for granted, generally but especially now, and I thoroughly enjoyed this beautiful evening. (And you bet I sat out on my porch in my pajamas and watched it fall!)
Beauty and bravery, tutus and toughness, femininity and fortitude – these things are not mutually exclusive. What Lucy can dream, she can do. And I want her to live in a world where no one can tell her no just because she’s a girl.
…a sunny morning on the sand and also this random candle she found in Nana Meg’s cabinet and carried around for the rest of the day.
The question is…
…is Lucy the spaghetti monster, or does she think the spaghetti is a monster? Further study will be required, I think, to make a final determination.
Summer around here is watermelon season.
Lucy approves.
In this house, we all have our roles to play. Lucy is the baby, I’m the mama, Graham is the dad. And Merlin?
Merlin is the bouncer.
