Lucy and I agree on many things. Like, it's hard to be a woman. And sometimes, you just can't stop crying and you don't know why. I find myself secretly siding with her. She has that effect on people. She'll reel you in with her rainbow eyebrows hiding just beneath a sweep of blond hair that looks "salon styled" just out of bed. And when you do agree with her she'll give her signature approval: a combination of a tongue click, a wink, and a gunslinger finger point ( irresistible). She has a kindness reserved for her siblings that is hard for them to match. She's a performer eliciting attention and rewarding your applause with the deepest bows.
Quick to apologize. Emotional. A creator and collector. An astonishing admiration for nature with all its bugs, blooms, and baubles from shells to snails. Adores her dad and his indulgence in her dreamworld of dances, princes, and beautiful ballads. Sings a sort of opera (falsetto and all) that might just split your head it two--even better if she can do this staring longingly out a window.