Lucy's 3rd birthday was a bit of a blur this year, but I really don't think it mattered to her. Just a cupcake, some presents and lots of singing "Happy Birthday" and I know she felt sufficiently loved. Lucy is our baby who was born during a very dark time in our family history, and she has radically embodied the meaning of her name, being "one who brings light." We are thankful for our little light, as she insists on being our baby and not our big girl. "Daddy, I am not a big girl. I am a baby girl. But Daddy, I am three, not two!" Well, okay then, little Lu.
I can almost hear the "cheese!" flowing from this picture!