It's Official

Three years old.
Lucy couldn't be happier about her new status. The declaration, "I'm not two anymore. I'm three!" has all but replaced "Hello!" as her ritualistic greeting.

I, personally, have little more to say on the subject.
Just pictures to post.
An overwhelming number of them.
But even this abundance doesn't capture, fails to indicate, the overwhelming love we feel for the friends and family who helped make this such a special weekend for our proud-to-be three-year-old . Thanks to all those who came, called, wrote, wished, sent, or sang in contribution to our little celebration.

Just tell me when to blow, Dad...

Our favorite carrot cupcakes

And as if a morning of partyin' at the playground wasn't enough, Grandma and Grandpa Packer hosted Lucy for a fancy backyard dinner.

The springtime confetti that covered the patio made for a perfect celebration. Lucy was tickled with the blanket of birthday blossoms under foot...

And her mom and dad were tickled with the evening's menu. Sign me up for Grandpa's grilling and Grandma's baked veggies on my birthday too!

And when it came time, once again, for candles and cupcakes, Lucy no longer needed any coaching.

I tell you what, folks, life doesn't get much better than this.




And three year old girls in their polka-dotted-birthday-dresses don't come much cuter than this(thanks Grandma Truman!).



The end.