This is what an 8 year old looks like

Good Morning!

8 years ago this morning, we were still dinks.

I think maybe the very day Aliza was born, her dad knew she'd be a great big sister.  It might have taken me another day or so.  I was under anesthesia that day.  It took me a day or so to emerge from the fog.

Even then, I remember saying "yeah, well, let's wait and see how this first one turns out."  I've never been one for planning, for committing to things.  I'm more "let's see where life takes us."

And Aliza, sweetheart, it's been quite a ride!

Truly, she turned out so wonderful that barely 18 months later, we decided we needed to have another one just like her.

Aliza, if you look it up, is Hebrew and means "joyful."  It couldn't be a better fit for her.