My beautiful Lucy is 8 years old. I have been counting to this day for about 8 years now. Baptism. Her first covenant.
She's so beautiful. She's friendly and kind and intelligent. She's goofy and silly. She shares so nicely with her brothers. She creates magical kingdoms and games and fantasies for her brothers to join in. Mostly they involve kittens or puppies or fairies. She loves to draw and write.
She has crazy strong convictions already and sticks to her guns. She loves to choose the right. Loves it. When we read scriptures she asks tons of questions because she really wants to know. She wants to understand.
She reads voraciously. She loves it. She devours books. We can't keep up, so it's a good thing we got a library card. The best day of her school year so far was the day the library was finally open and she was allowed to go and actually 'sign-out' a book.
She has about 7 BFFs and can't distinguish between them. They are all deathly important to her.
She is fiercely devoted to her family and can't stand being apart from them.
She loves riding her bike, going to the beach, (although she likes to go into the water on her own terms - so she mostly enjoys building sand castles).
She LOVES rollercoasters, which completely surprises me. In all other things she is timid and shy, but LOVES rides.
She loves cupcakes and chocolate. And potatoes and rice.
She is my beautiful princess and has been looking forward to her baptism since she was about 4-years-old. So wonderful.
I've tried really hard not to get too emotional, and keeping it all in has been difficult. I may fail tomorrow, but so far, so good.
I love this girl. She is my heart.
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