There was a "pinkata" (read: pink pinata) from Food City, Costco cupcakes, Potato-Garlic soup, hot rosemary-olive bread, green salad, and berries with lemon cream. The weather was right on cue: perfect, as only weather in March in Arizona can be. Thank you to those who came to enoy it. With all her booming voice and bouncing body Lucy was a bit timid in all the attention, which was relished regardless.
There were balloons, a helicopter ride, a brand new scooter, a few dirty diapers, a bubble machine, several bodies pummeled by littles on swings, laughs, and cries. Everything a good party should offer.
some of the party attendees
Today, Lucy asked, "Where did all the friends from my birthday go?" We love to be celebrated, don't we? For someone to mark the anniversary of our arrival on earth. It is tiring to be a girl or a boy or a man or a woman. Just tonight Lucy had two too many people hounding on her to "take another bite!" "chew your food!" "now swallow it". All she wanted was to chat about the world around her and not sit in her seat. It is tiring to make everyone happy, to feed the content that all around seem to crave. It is no different, really, at three than it is at thirty, is it?
Sure love you, sweet girl!