Lucy Mae Davidson

Lucy Mae Davidson, beloved daughter, sister, granddaughter, and little girl, was born March 3, 2024, and returned to the loving arms of her Heavenly Father on September 16, 2026, at the precious age of 2½ years old.

The name Lucy means “light,” and there could not have been a more fitting name for our little girl. Lucy was a light in every room she entered. She had a gift for lifting spirits, bringing smiles, and making people laugh simply by being herself. Her presence was bright, joyful, and impossible to miss.

Lucy loved music. If there was a song playing, there was a good chance Lucy was going to shake her booty and sing along—even if she had no idea what the words were. Some of her favorite songs were “Chicken Banana” and “Sharks in the Water,” the songs we knew would always get her dancing. At bedtime, one of our sweetest traditions was singing “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” together as she settled in for the night. Those quiet moments will forever be treasured.

Lucy loved to laugh, and she especially loved being tickled. Whenever she got upset, we would tell her, “We’re gonna tickle your booty!” Without hesitation, she would run straight to us, poke out her little booty, and giggle, ready for her favorite game. That beautiful laugh is something her family will carry in their hearts forever.

Lucy was a true little girlie girl. Her favorite color of all the colors was pink, and she loved everything sparkly and beautiful—makeup, bows, and anything that made her feel like a princess. One of Mama’s favorite memories was Lucy putting chapstick all over Mama’s lips, then covering her own lips with it, before the two of them would smack their lips and pucker up together. These simple, silly moments were the sweetest kind of magic.

But Lucy was just as happy getting dirty as she was getting dolled up. She loved digging for worms with her big brother Tommy and playing in the mud until her hair was completely covered and all you could see were those big, beautiful blue eyes. She loved walking through the woods, collecting little treasures along the way, following the example of her older siblings who had taught her to find wonder in the world around her.

Lucy also loved airplanes. Whenever she heard or saw one, she would demand that Mama look up into the sky and find it with her. She could turn something as ordinary as an airplane flying overhead into a moment everyone had to stop and share with her.

Lucy was brave, independent, and completely fearless. She wasn’t afraid of anything or anyone. She knew exactly what she wanted and was determined to do it herself. Lucy loved to run, and she certainly did not believe in being held back. She hated being strapped into a stroller or shopping cart because, in true Lucy fashion, she had places to go and things to do.

And Lucy was very particular about one thing: she was not a baby. Anytime someone called her “baby,” she would quickly correct them with, “I’m not a baby! I’m a big girl!” She was our big girl—strong, spirited, independent, and full of life.

Though Lucy’s time on earth was far too short, her life was not without purpose. In her short two-and-a-half years, she brought more joy and love into the world than many could bring in a lifetime. She taught those around her about courage, laughter, unconditional love, faith, and the preciousness of every moment.

Lucy is survived by her parents, Jennifer and Christian; her siblings, Joey, Caroline, and Tommy; her grandparents, Gary and Sandy Isenberger and Jean Davidson, along with many aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends who will forever carry her memory in their hearts.

Her family finds comfort in the knowledge that “little children are alive in Christ,” and that Lucy is safe in the arms of her Savior, awaiting the day when they will be together again.

“Little children are alive in Christ.” Moroni 8:12

Lucy Mae’s life may have been short, but her light was bright, her laughter was contagious, and her love was immeasurable. She will forever be our sweet Lucy girl, our brave and beautiful big girl, our little light, and our beautiful butterfly. Her family will carry her with them until the day they meet again.

Funeral service will be 10 a.m., Wednesday, September 23 at the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 8712 Horan Drive in Fort Smith with burial at Liberty Cemetery in Greenwood under the direction of McConnell Funeral Home of Greenwood. Viewing and visitation with the family will be Tuesday from 3 – 5 p.m. at the funeral home.

To share a memory or leave a message for the family, please visit www.mcconnellfh.com.