Saturday we celebrated Lucy's third birthday. Well, we actually had a party for her the week before (with her cousin), which means we've totally confused her. She has another party on May 12th. Poor girl thinks birthdays happen at least three days a year.
I can't even explain how much pink she has brought into our lives. And in case you were dieing to know...no, I did not make the cake. Ha.
Three short years. From this:
She is so much fun. Happy Birthday Baby Girl. Now it's unofficially, officially time to start potty training. For real. Tomorrow...
Wife to Ben, who also happens to be the Pastor of a sweet little church in a tiny little town. Mama to three boys and little Lucy. We live in the parsonage, 27 steps from said little church. This is the journey...it involves lots of run-on sentences.