Here you are Lucia, two years old. I can't believe how big you have become just recently.I can't believe it was two whole years ago that India gave me her lucky penny and I came back home with my own. You talk all day. I don't know what I did before I spent every minute having little conversations with you. You are like a little tumbler of scotch, warm sunshine, every great woody allen line, every beautiful reggae song, every bite of the best popsicle from the paleta man. You are delicious and hilarious. I can't believe you are mine. You are so in love with India. Your sense of humor is a lot like hers. You are mischievous like aunt Julia. I tell you, " I love you Luc" and you say ,"you not love me, India love me! India kissing me!" and squeal with laughter. So incredibly naughty and so difficult to scold (without laughing). What will we do? Two years old. Papa tried to teach you your whole name & you insist that you are ,"not Pen en O pee!!" Oy vey. Your laugh is one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard, your deep little voice is music. I can't even tell you how much I love you Lucia Penelope, how much we all love you. Just like your sister, you're a gift and a treasure. Who will you be? You ask me,"you nice mama? You my mama? Mama rosie? Awwwwwwwwww... my mama nice". It's amazing that I can leave for work. Happy birthday my sparkly eyed, curly haired, chubby thighs cookie mama!!!!! 2! xxxoooo mama Rosie
