I’ve re-written this three times now. I just can’t put Lucy into words. There really are no words… but there are visions, flashbacks, moments that mean Lucy.
She’s a porch full of neighborhood kids dancing with her because she told them to. She is a giant hug to Jack that makes him fall the ground. She is a sweet baby who wants her arm and back tickled at night. She is constantly bruised legs and scraped knees. She is a loud rambunctious laugh when you chase her around kitchen island. She is the lyric that she belts in her car seat while we listen to the radio. She is sword fighting, dirt eating then lets have a tea party type of princess. She is a tattered Elsa dress with a curtsy for the mail-lady. She is a sprint to the nursery so she can play with toys. She’s an iPhone lover always requesting a “show.” She is a puddle of syrup with a side of oatmeal. She is a living room scattered with toys that she plays with for 30 seconds each. She is the run to daddy when he opens the door from school. She is click of a mouse as she does her “business” while I work (playing her Sesame Street game). She is a hug when I’m sad, and a kiss when I’m happy. She is a room full of cousins, all dying to play with her. She is a dirty face in a princess dress. She is a flirty fake laugh when any boy comes around. She is the freckle on her lip, and the three sparkly diamonds in her left eye. She is the whisper “did you see that cute girl!” at the grocery store. She’s a prayer thanking God for “friends and Jackers and my Rapunzel blanket. ” She’s a splash into the pool, and an extrovert extraordinaire. Our Lucy is a dance a laugh and a tight squeeze around the neck.
I can’t say how much I love my Baby Girl. I feel so honored to be her Mom … or her “Suzy.” Depending upon her mood She truly is one special girl, with pure magnetism in her being. I pray she always uses her light for good, and never stops belting to the radio.
Love you Luce. Happy third birthday.
Flowers: Sam Olsen @lilac_and_honey