She's our last. Our surprise baby. Lucia means light, and she was such a bright light after sadness. Steve and I have talked about feeling guilty, sad that we are have such love for Lucia, as if Vance Michael never happened, or mattered. Sometimes it's just the opposite, though and we think about what could have been. Olivia often looks at her and sighs, "she's such a blessing Mom." That she is.
Lucia Veronica, we love you so. On the eve of your first birthday, both Olivia and Leo are nervous. They say that once you are one, there's no baby left. You're all grown. They don't want to lose their "bubba" or "miss junior" or "little mama". But baby girl, you will always be our baby. You are sweet, spunky, and starting to show your mischievous side. You holler at Leo and light up around Olivia (just as it should be, I suppose). You love to be cozy, but not as much as you love to dance. Your favorite foods are peas, roasted squash, cheese and waffles. You do tend to favor me over Dad and I'm just fine with that.
We could not imagine life without you, sweet girl. Happy birthday Louie V!
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