LuLu is 2.
Sometimes you feel like things just never change; people, government, the city you live in, the life you lead. Then you have children. While all of those things still seem like they never change, they do, they just change more slowly. I still can remember as clear as day the moment I laid eyes on LuLu. She blinked her big, dark eyes at me and I said “Hello”. She kind of reminded me of the baby that Will Smith delivers in “Men in Black”, only minus the extra arms and other squid-like tendencies. She has been such a joy. She wakes every morning filled with happiness and my main objective throughout the day is to keep her that way! She has a heart full of love. Love for her babies, puppy, kitty, her brothers and sister. She likes to draw and carry a purse-or Pack Pack as she calls it. LuLu loves to have her skin so ever gently touched and tickled, just like Grandpa Boxrud did, and me, too. She picks up a microphone and sings into it and eats lip balm. She loves to Mambo with Dora and listen to the french Muzzy. I hope I can help her become like her namesake, Lucia, who visits her maker everyday and lives for Him and only worries about what He thinks, and not what the world thinks. This entry is less for you, the reader, but more for me, so I don’t forget. Happy Birthday, LuLu. I love you!