Happy Birthday, Lucy

Dear Lucy,

You are two years old, my girl! TWO! It's hard to believe that two years have passed since you and I first met. It's also hard to believe there was ever a time when you weren't here and you didn't yet have my heart in your grip.

I could go on and on about the adorable little habits you have - how you shout "Ayyyy-men!" after we pray, or how you pop your thumb in your mouth the second your head hits the pillow, or how you randomly burst into song (I'm not sure where you get that particular trait), or that fact that you are a true momma's girl. If I'm in the room, you aren't happy unless you are with me. That can get wearing, especially for your Daddy, who really wishes you would climb up in his lap and snuggle. (But there is a small part of me that really does love this). You are an absolute joy to your Daddy and me.

But you and I, Lucy, we have something special. We have moments. We have them when you get out of the bath. Before I can even get you wrapped up in the towel, you say "Hug? Hug?" and as soon as I do get you wrapped up, I hold you close and rock you and sing to you, and you are still and quiet. We have moments when I wake you up in the morning - you rub your eyes and tuck your face into my neck. We have moments when you bring me a book and say "Bowk pees Mommy" and I read it to you, and then you go get another book and say "Bowk pees Mommy" again. We have moments when you want to watch "Nemo" or "Let It Go" and you snuggle next to me without taking your eyes off the TV and jabber on and on about the movie. And we have moments like the one this morning where Mommy and Daddy were on stage and you came up to me and said "Up pees?" so I picked you up and we sang together.

(I can't wait until you are old enough to really sing with, girl. We are going to MELT FACES.)

I am so proud of you, Lucy. You have added a layer to my life - a depth that has made me a better wife, a better mom, a better teacher, a better follower of Jesus. You have brought alive the definition of joy. And I look forward to new moments with you in year three, my sweet daughter.

Love,
Mommy