My Lu

She's almost three.

She's the girl you hardly ever see without a tuft of blue in front of her face.

She's the one who will pipe up to tell you that she is a big kid.

She's the one who is dressed in the morning in pink from head to toe.

Except maybe grumbling a little because it's hard to put on a sock that is inside-out.

She's the one who notices the snow sparkling in the sunshine.

And who sings about shaking away her sillies at school.

She is always looking to grow up, up, up like Tom

Except when she's looking for snuggle or a nursery rhyme like Jim.

She is wearing glittery dancer shoes, and yet playing basketball at the gym with 20 boys.

She is telling you proudly that she goes potty by herself.

She asks you to read just one more book, even thought she's so tired.

She wonders when "Grandpa and Grandpa" will be here to visit.

She's ready to do projects and bake cookies and use a scissors.

And to ride a bike a year before the rest.

Lucy.

She has made a claim on this world,

But she's not going to let us in on the secret yet.

Her life is just unfolding, just beginning, at 3 years old.