It's Washington's birthday, and the day we celebrate the birth of the littlest lady of the house, Lucy Louise. She is five today. Five years old. It's strange how a birthday can strike you as so short and so long in coming. It's hard to imagine life without her.
It was five years ago that first my sister Sarah, and then I, gave birth in a span of just five weeks. The first result was my nephew Walt, and the second of course was Lu. I still remember holding those two little bugs, one in each arm in my hospital bed. Who would have known what spunky individuals would emerge from those babes?
Over the weekend, Lucy celebrated with friends and cousins at a Harry Potter party in our newly-safety-proofed basement. We had potions class, a race with golden dragon eggs, and magic wand decorating. There was chaos and cupcake and excitement. It was just the ticket to marking what I've always considered the entry-age into real childhood.
Now it's a low-key birthday afternoon, and we're waiting for a bunk bed delivery and the perfect moment to dive into a delicious chocolate cake. A pregnant lady couldn't be happier. :)
