Today is my little sister's sixth birthday, what a joy she has been for the half dozen years she has been a part of our home.
Lizzie:
The girl who when two years old could explain many things in wonderful ways while making you want to hug her to death. The girl who is absolutely laughable- when you see her pixie face you want to pinch it. ( please don't- I've learned from experience.) The girl who talks.(need I say more) Anyone who has met Lizzie can collaborate my statement. The girl who loves to tell you about the time she was a little bitty baby, "ownly five." The girl who at age three had an excellent conversation at an RV park we visited with a little seven year old boy while her elder siblings looked on in stunned amazement. The girl who at age two when asked what the name of her future husband was...... replied, "I think I'll name him, Sloppy." The girl who sounds the same when she laughs or cries. The girl who has had a thousand people tell her they wish they could take her home with them. The girl who sleeps in my room and begs me to tell her bedtime stories until my voice goes horse. The girl who loves helping cook in the kitchen, especially cookies!! The girl who nicknames almost as well as I do. :) The only girl I know who wants to be called Hopalong Cassidy. The girl who we cannot spell things around anymore cause, well- she can sound the word out faster than Mom. (well, not quite) The girl who always makes her food choices by asking, "what is the healthiest?" The girl who chose to eat oatmeal this morning for her birthday breakfast because it was, "the healthiest." Groan. The girl who can quote movie quotes better than the actors. The girl who begs to clean the bathroom with me. The girl who tries on at least three night gowns before she finds the "right" one. The girl who knows the first fourteen Catechism questions, watch out big kids!!!! The girl who I cannot imagine life without.
I love you like crazy, Lizzie!!!
Lizzie
Lizzie's poetry in motion, a steam car with a mouth, a double barrel gun that talks manufactured in the South.
Lizzie is an articulating brain who became fluent at age two, a junior conversationatic Chatting with Lola, Betty and Sue.
Lizzie is a gregarious rainstorm coming in the midst of drought, a watermill that is full of words trickling and pouring out.
Lizzie is an expressive puddle that has turned into a lake, a magnet that can always find new words to brew and bake.
Lizzie is an imagination getting set to blow her top, but even as the words come down she is planting yet another crop.
Lizzie can converse better Than many folks ten times her age I hold her up as an example of a walking, talking page.
Maddie 2008
I made this video last Summer when my cousin Emily came to visit. The four girls have so much fun together. The photos were taken for Lizzie's fifth birthday at Nanna's bunkhouse!
This is a picture of Nanna with her namesake, Louisa Rose.
Today is my grandmother's birthday and I want to honor her for the godly stand she has taken throughout her sixty-five years of life. I am so blessed to have a mentor and friend who walks according to the Lord's word with a smile. I am thankful that she has my siblings and me over to her home every week for a sleepover and fun-filled "whoda night". Thank you for all that you have done to mold me into a more Christ-like child of God, you have been one of the most influential women in my life.
Nanna's Advice
You have taught me to yield and good character build, to advance in God's will and my fleshly lust kill.
To walk the right ribbon, and to get your work done, flee temptation really quick; Let all your sins make you sick.
Better to not have one friend than to party in a vile den. Keep your thoughts clean and pure, reject the world and Satan's lure.
Act modest and dicreet, be the first to smile and greet. Talk to God daily on your own. Be a friend to the person who's alone.
Have a soft and gentle heart, finish all the things you start. Speak out boldly of the King, Give up your rights in everything.
I wanted to thank you for the words you have said, I will recall and use them often For I've kept them in my head.
“Here is a sweet fragrant mouth to kiss; here are two more feet to make music with their pattering about my nursery. Here is a soul to train for God; and the body in which it dwells is worthy all it will cost, since it is the abode of a kingly tenant. I may see less of friends, but I have gained one dearer than them all, whom, while I minister in Christ’s name, I make a willing sacrifice of what little leisure for my own recreation my other darlings had left me. Yes, my precious baby, you are welcome to your mother’s heart, welcome to her time, her strength, her health, her tenderest cares, to her lifelong prayers! Oh, how rich I am, how truly, how wondrously blest.”
-- Elizabeth Prentiss, Stepping Heavenward.
“The best convent for a woman is the seclusion of her own home. There she may find her vocation and fight her battles, and there she may learn the reality and the earnestness of life.”
--Elizabeth Prentiss, Stepping Heavenward.
“As you have spoken plainly to me, knowing me to be a wife and a mother, you must allow me to speak plainly in return,” I began. “Oh, speak plainly, by all means! I am quite sick and tired of having truth served up in pink cotton and scented with lavender.” “Then you permit me to say that when you speak contemptuously of the vocation of maternity, you dishonor not only the mother who bore you but the Lord Jesus Himself, who chose to be born of woman and to be ministered unto by through a helpless infancy.”
I am a daughter of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. God saved me, by His grace, at age five and my desire is to grow in the love of my Savior. I live on a farm, where I am daily able to enjoy God's creation and to help and play with my five younger siblings. My two best friends are my mom and dad who are educating me and teaching me to be a homemaker and future helpmate.
"Bless the Lord, all his works in all places of his dominion: Bless the Lord, O my soul."
Psalms 103:22
"Whenever we step out of domestic life in search of felicity, we come back again, disappointed, tired, and chagrined. One day passed under our own roof, with our family, is worth a thousand in another place."
~ Earl of Orrery
