Our cannonball of happiness had a birthday this week. We got a video of her waking up, freshly 4 years old, but I have an unhappy hunch that it is too long to upload successfully. So instead, here are a few pictures of our lovely Lucy Q on her big day.
Here, she's happily doing a puzzle at the library.
I love so many things about Lucy, all of which are reflected in this photo. She's talking on the phone, ogling her big cake, and wearing a dress that proclaims "CHEERFUL". She's such an amazingly friendly, energetic and yes, cheerful kid. And she's been talking about when she would eat her cake for days in advance of her birthday...
This last photo was two days later, but I'll include it in the birthday montage. She's the first of our kids to be in any kind of organized sport, and we're enjoying it greatly. The coaches have one game they play with the kids in which the coaches "try" to kick the kids' balls away from them. It cracked me up when Lucy and another little friend went to the edge of the practice square, squatted whispering for a minute, and then covered their balls with their shirts. They were such a cute little pair, thinking they were outwitting the big guys.
We sure love our Lucy!
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Is that a photography trick or was that birthday cake really too wide to be captured by the lens? I want to give you a big birthday squeeze, Lucy! Yes, our shared memories are few, but each of them is happy indeed. Just thinking about your hugs and grins makes me smile. Love, Auntie T
Happy Birthday LucyQ!
Happy 4th, sweet Lucy. I love that picture of you sitting on the soccer ball. May you blossom to be a much better soccer player than your Aunt Christie.
Tiff: No camera tricks this time, just culinary ones--we recently got a sheet cake pan, so what Lucy's cake gained in breadth it lost in depth (sorta like the internet). Luckily, no one was the wiser and the cake lasted for two extra days.
-Scott
I never met little Lucy--but now I want too. Happy birthday!!!!
Happy belated birthday sweet Lucy! I can not believe you are 4 years old. I remember running through the woods to your mom and dad's house when your mom needed to go to the hospital. They were all SO excited for you to come.
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