It was Lizzy’s birthday yesterday. It is weird to realize that I’ve been a mom for ten years now. Although, at the same time my pre-baby life is so far away… I can hardly remember what that was like.
I wish I had some worthwhile pictures of Lizzy when she was just an adorable fat little girl. She was too cute. Her hair was almost blonde, but not quite, and she was the chunkiest baby with creases in her creases. There was a strong resemblance to the Michelin Man. But cuter, of course. And even though she had her strong willed moments, those almost 2 years we had alone with her were delightful. I only have rosy memories of those days… even though we were broke college students stuck in Pocatello, Idaho.
Lizzy is very girly. She loves anything pink, sparkly, or Jonas Brothers related. She’s been boy crazy from a very young age, and you can tell when she gets a crush on someone because she keeps bringing him up at random moments. And then tries to deny that she’s got a crush, but luckily she’s still a pretty bad liar.
Lizzy is great. Friendly, empathetic, loving, a little mom to her younger siblings, and a great leader. When she’s not around, The Boy and Jane seem lost. They need somebody to make up games and tell them what to do. She’s a great help with Kitty… willing to do just about anything except changing diapers. She’s funny and playful, and our family wouldn’t be the same without her. There is never a dull moment when Lizzy is around.
Love you, Lizzy. It’s been a great 10 years.