They’re coming!
And Lucy is so ready. (She even brought a friend.)
It’s been a rough few days for weather – cold and rainy – but we’ve also already gotten our first taste of spring, and it can’t come soon enough.
You may be cool, but are you Lucy in the garden rocking Daddy’s sunglasses and the cutest overalls ever cool?
I’m certainly not.
On a serious note, I understand now, in a way I never have before, exactly why weekends are so very precious. It’s really our only time as a family to all be together without worries and errands and chores and deadlines. I’m having to totally rethink how I approach my weekdays – how I plan, how I organize my time, and how I fit in all the little tasks that used to be no big deal.
I don’t want to do laundry on Saturdays. I want to go to the beach.
I don’t want to meal prep on Sundays. I want to take Lucy to the playground, or to her grandparents’ house.
Or, sometimes, I just want to sit and do nothing on a Sunday morning while Lucy plays with Graham, because he doesn’t have a lot of time during the week to sit with her in her world and be part of her make-believe.
Soon – sooner than I’d like and in the blink of an eye – she’s going to be thirteen and I’m going be old news. Then she’ll be eighteen and going off to college. Then she’ll be an adult, with a life of her own.
These toddler days are brief and special. I want as much time with her as I can get.
Before Lucy was born, my dad’s best friend gave us this onesie.
(He drew it. Her name is hidden in the picture. Can you spot it?)
Anyway, now, two years and change later, I think he knew something we didn’t, you guys.
Merlin is Lucy’s best friend in the world. He’s just the calmest, sweetest, most gentle giant with her. We are just so delighted. And he is, too. Most of the time.
I think it’s safe to say – and also absolutely delightful – that Lucy has inherited my love of winter and snow.
We didn’t get quite the snowfall that we anticipated, which is honestly sort of a relief, but we got enough that Lucy could go out and play. And she loved it.
She did NOT want to come in. But sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to do so that we don’t freeze our tiny, adorable fingers off, am I right?
It’s still cold here, but the snow’s all melted and I don’t expect we’ll see more this season, so I’m happy Lucy got to experience it this year. Now, as far as I’m concerned, onward to spring and brighter days ahead!
Y’all, my heart.
I love seeing Lucy play music with her GrandDonnie.
With everything going on, moments like this, they’re just so sweet and wonderful to share. And I think it’s safe to say, this kid will definitely be a musician. It’s going to be so fun helping her find her instrument and watching her learn. 😊
We took Lucy to see Santa over the weekend, and well…
She wasn’t scared or anything, but just look at that face!
Bored. So bored. Just utterly unimpressed.
For comparison, this is how she looks at Merlin:
I mean, everyone should find someone who looks at them the way Lucy looks at Merlin.
And the funniest thing about it is, she’s obsessed with all things Christmas and Santa right now. I think maybe it just didn’t click that there was the big guy. But I bet it will next year!
Old traditions now
become new.
I will never get tired of building
this beautiful life
with you,
my Lucy Blue.
Our beautiful sunshine girl turned two over the weekend.
Two magical years with this phenomenal little human. Graham and I feel so lucky to be Lucy’s parents.
We did a small get together with friends yesterday to celebrate. We had cake.
And a pizza party. Lucy loves pizza.
And her Papa Bill. (Isn’t this the sweetest picture ever? Oh my goodness.)
I am just amazed by her. She’s so smart and brave and curious, and she teaches me to be in the moment every day. I wasn’t sure, for a long time, if I wanted to be a mother at all, and I’m grateful – so, so grateful – that I’ve got Lucy in my life.
This is the season for giving thanks, and I’m thankful for my Lucy Elizabeth – that she’s strong and healthy and happy, and that I get to watch her grow up.
My heart is very full.
Just one more Halloween post, because Lucy carved her very first pumpkin! Well, her daddy carved it and she watched. But I think it’s safe to say, she was a pretty big fan.
She gave it lots of hugs and said hi to it every time we went out on the porch. SO. CUTE.
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.
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