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Dear Lucy...

Well, I didn't post anything during your birthday month...no surprise there, huh?!  I think your birthday snuck up on us and it just seemed so surreal that our tiny little baby was already a year old.  Now that there's no denying it, it's time to finally write your 1-year letter.


Lucy, you are absolutely one of the greatest blessings we've ever been given.  We all feel so complete with you as part of our family, and you fit in with us perfectly.  You balance your sister's craziness, you calm your mommy's nuttiness, and you soften your daddy's toughness.  Your personality was slow to shine, but is so...you.  You are sweet, easy-going, and happy.  As you've grown you have started becoming more opinionated, which is actually fun to see.  You are an observer, a follower, a thinker.  I think you will be the strong, silent type who is able to handle a variety of situations without getting overwhelmed.

You love playing with balls, blankets, blocks, and puzzles.  Anything in a kitchen drawer is fun for you (not always for mom!).  You like to throw books off of bookshelves and the open and shut books.  You don't love reading as much as your sister did at your age, but you do love exploring like she did.  No nook or cranny is off limits.


You've given us plenty of time to worry about your development, but you have persevered at your own pace, showing us that you'll do things on your own schedule.  Just when we think you may not do something, you always prove us wrong.  You have a determined, but laid-back, spirit that comes through when you feel challenged.  We feel certain that, despite our early worries, you'll be just fine.  You're our Lucy Claire, after all.

Thank you sweet baby for making our lives better and more complete.  We love you so much and can't wait to keep watching you become you!

Love,
Mommy & Daddy

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