My girl...

In the past few days, Lucy has told me, multiple times, "I want to be just like you when I grow up!" That comment melts my heart...it is so sweet...but so scary too! I am trying to smile, stay relaxed, and receive it as the compliment it is intended; however, that is really, really hard. I want to tell her the many, many things that are wrong with me and about how much goodness I see in her. As I type, she is in her bed with a baby under her shirt...she told me before she went to sleep that her baby needs to be baptized tomorrow after it is born...sigh... Lucy has imaginary friends. She is always talking about her husband "Joe" and their three kids "Ursula, Max and Zook" Lucy has started grabbing our empty food boxes from the recycling pile and now has a small "pantry" near her kitchen...she talks about Joe, Ursula, Max and Zook while preparing snacks for them. Here's a picture I took of Lucy tonight...she stayed upstairs and played while Eli and I cooked dinner. I heard some banging around, but she usually isn't very mischievous, so I didn't check on her. When I went upstairs to tell her dinner was ready, I found that she had taken all of the clothes off the bottom bar in my closet and was using them as her "Valentines"...she was "delivering" them to her friends. My clothing was all over my room and the hallway...such creativity in that mind of hers!