Here you are at six months. Our little bright eyes. And by little, I mean that figuratively because you're not exactly what I would call little for your age. You have rolls on your thighs that go on for miles and I can't get over how much I love them on you.
Lucy you are a darling and easy baby. You're a good eater, sleeper, pooper, etc.
You have been since day one.
In fact I don't think I could exaggerate just how purely delightful you are.
Daddy is crazy about you Lucy...I have heard him tell perfect strangers in the store that you are his ray of sunshine. And Daddy is not usually mush-y like that, at least not with strangers.
Your face lights up when he walks in the room. It's obvious to me that you worship the ground he walks on. But then again we all kind of feel that way about him around here.
You two have something pretty special. I hope and pray you always do.
Oh and did I also mention that he calls you his " sweet note..."
You keep me company from your purple bumbo perch while I am working in the kitchen and I think I might tell you a hundred times a day that you are cute.
So cute that I can hardly stand it.
So cute that I have to grit my teeth.
And speaking of cute, meet your Great Grandpa Roland. He's Nana's daddy. We were able to spend a couple precious hours with him this past summer.
He was rather taken with you. The feeling appeared to be quite mutual.
Lucy Wren, we love you. You light up our world baby girl.
And there is not a day that goes by that I don't thank Jesus for the beautiful and perfect gift that you are.
Pretty please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org with your address, dear girl.
And then sweet Dawna can you send me your address as well?
I have a really, really good book to send to you.