I just can't get used to the passage of time. Lucinda is eleven now. ELEVEN!
Piper stayed up late to decorate the birthday couch and to make her a crown.
She also tacked a bookmark to the library wall, thoughtfully covering one of the holes in the drywall.
I tell Lucinda that Ransom might end up thinking that she is his mother, due to the hours of cuddle time she's given him while I'm making breakfast or doing dishes, et cetera, et cetera. Sometimes I have to remind him that he is MY baby, not just hers.
Every year, we do what we can to make Lucinda's bones disappear, but we've had no luck yet, even with extra whipped cream and berry sauce.
came birthday ice cream sundaes with all the toppings she wanted. (Millie and I combined make a ferocious sauce-making team.)
She tried her best to extinguish all the candles in one mighty poof,
but to her great horror, a few remained lit. (Does every family equate still-lit candles to boyfriends? We do.)
One more try...
Phew.
Happy birthday, Lucinda Hope! May God grow a wellspring of joy in your heart, my love.
That is hilarious about the boyfriend thing. Also- her reaction to it. What a lovely girl she is.
ReplyDeletePS. That is an impressive bookmark Piper made!
We always did boyfriend/girlfriend candles growing up. It wasn't until I started doing it with my own children that I realized how weird it was.
ReplyDeletep.s. She based it off of an Apologia science book cover! ;)