Lizzie was lamenting that she is missing out on having her birth story published on her birthday by Mama. Mama started doing that this year for each of our birthdays. She had two more to go - Lizzie's on today and then David's on the 28th of this month. Of course she understands Mama is unable, but still . . .
It's been a pretty crummy birthday as far as celebrations go. We did order pizza and Mary Catherine made her a lovely cake. Jimmy made her some brownies. But it wasn't the same big deal we usually do for family birthdays. Scott hasn't even been able to call. Lizzie always likes to remind us of her "6th" child syndrome - only two pictures of her as a baby/ toddler by herself. She likes to point out that there are more pictures of the twins in their first year of life than there are of the all the rest of us put together as children!
Anyway, I have a birth story that I can relay for her. It is a poor substitution for Mama's, but it's a good memory. The day she was born was the first day of first grade for me. Daddy took me, Robbie and our two neighbors, Linda and Glen, to school in our red station wagon. I remember him telling us that Mama had had a baby girl. We were so excited. We wanted her to be named Mary, after the mother of Jesus. When Mama told us that her name was Elizabeth I remember being disappointed. Mama said that Elizabeth was a special name, too, because she was the cousin of Mary. I bought it. And I agree. It is a very special name for a very special sister. Happy Birthday, Lizzie - I love you.
