My Lucy turned four years old over the weekend. Four! An age that seems to be so big and yet still so very little at the same time (which is probably one of those statements that only a parent or a grandparent can understand).
I did it again. I blinked.
I blinked and this teeny, tiny, little pink bundle …
… turned into this singing, dancing, laughing girl of four.
This girl of mine, who loves hats, dress up clothes, purple, and baby dolls and, most importantly, horses. The girl who is going to be a cowgirl when she grows up. The girl who picked the Kentucky Derby winner by the color of the jockey’s clothing.
The girl who recently told me she was having a hard time deciding whether she should grow up and have a horse or grow up and be a horse.
The girl who, from the age of two to about three and a half never, ever, ever sat still (unless she was sleeping) who has lately turned into my quiet, soft-spoken, often shy sidekick. A daydreamer who, more often than not, can be found looking out the window watching the world going by or laying on her back on the swing in the backyard watching the clouds.
Unless, of course, she is pretending to ride a horse. Or pretending she is a horse, and then off she gallops, wind in her hair, wild and free!
Both little sister and big sister, and always my baby.
What I don’t talk about too often, outside of family and a few close friends, is that Lucy has had a hard year. Three isn’t always an easy age, by well-earned reputation, but it is even more bumpy and emotional when you don’t feel well and spend much of the year sick. (She’s going to be okay, just some minor health concerns which seem to be behind her now).
And, it isn’t easy when a new baby comes to live at your house and you lose your place as the baby of the family. Sometimes age three needs extra reassurance and patience.
We’ve done a lot of rocking and cuddling and comforting this past year, Lucy and I. We’ve both done a lot of growing, too. I feel like this birthday is not just her milestone, but my own as well.
We celebrated simply, with brother and sisters and grandparents. It was a lovely weekend and I’m so thankful I got to share it with my favorite four year old in all the world.
Simple birthday gifts: want, need, wear, read
Something she WANTS … she asked for a real horse, which we aren’t quite in the position to do right now, so we gave her a hobby horse instead. I am happy to report the hobby horse was instantly loved and will definitely do “until I save my monies for a real horse.”
Something she NEEDS … a set of grown-up dishes, like the rest of the family, in her favorite color. When she opened them her big sister Jillian told her, “and now you get to wash your own dishes, too.”
Something to WEAR … a purple tee shirt from Happy Family with one of her mama’s favorite quotes on it.
Something to READ … this sweet book whose illustrations I could not resist because they so remind me of my little girl.
Another favorite birthday present? A small collection of ponies and horses that Grandma Kathy gave to her, which had belonged to her once upon a time when she was a little girl who loved horses. Pretty wonderful!
Happy Birthday, my sweet Lucy girl!