Well its my little Elizza’s birthday today. I cannot believe she is 3 years old already. I remember the day she was born. I remember loving the idea of having a daughter I could dress in pink and do I ever. Pink is the only color she gets correct 100% of the time. But to quote the movie Steel Magnolias where Shelby says, ”Pink is my signature color“ and its Elizza’s too. I am so glad she joined our family. Although she is always being teased by a ruthless older brother she still is so quick with her love for him and others. She is beautiful inside and out. She is so sweet with her little sister and can’t wait to be the one to help mom take care of the new baby when he decides to join the family. I love her and am so thankful to Heavenly Father for making her ours.
Isn't she beautiful!?!
Due to uncertainty of life in these late stages of pregnancy we decided to have her party early. She got lots of great things to spoil her with including dolls, clothes, a flashlight, a pottery bowl and cup and a learning game. Thanks to such wonderful family. My sister, April made her one amazing Tinkerbell cake. Elizza is heavily into Tinkerbell lately so this cake was a huge deal for Elizza and she still talks about it. Thanks again Ape, you rock!
Cheesin' it out by the Tinkerbell cake
An up close look.
We had a wonderful time and get to continue the festivities today on her birthday. I would like to say Happy Birthday to my sweet little Lizza-bean. I am so grateful to be your mother.
and watching their eyes light up in surprise and excitement. Or taking them to the doctor with me to hear the heart beat and then hear them tell others about it. I love having interesting cravings and giving into them. Everything about pregnancy to me is fun even the aches and pains I joke and whine about because they too act as a source of what may be to come when I am old and can’t move as well ( good reminder of getting and staying fit and active). Anyhow, I guess what I am saying is its all good…until the last few weeks. The fear that creeps into one’s mind that anytime you are completely responsible for a human life and the needs of another person, forget the fact that you have somehow kept three other people alive, it still is there. The constant nagging every time you go to bed or wake up that this might be the day and you aren’t sure if everything is done and ready for the next week or two that it may take you to get back into the swing of things. Sitting there with bags packed wondering if the kids will be okay for the next couple of days especially when they cannot come to the hospital due to new restrictions of anyone under 18 and their germs (as if those over 18 suddenly are no threat and germ less). I am lucky though, I get to experience these things. I get to feel the range of all these emotions. How blessed I am to be a mother and how blessed I am to have a loving husband who supports me through all of this and through the power of the priesthood can provide comfort I need in those fearful times. Lucky to be able to be the first to hold our new baby in my arms and smell that new baby smell, to have them look at me as if to say- Oh you are the one I have been listening to and attached to for the past few months. Oh, what blessings! What a great life I lead. I guess I felt compelled to write these things as a reminder to myself of how good I really do have it. 
