Chiquita

One word cures us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.

My little girl. I honestly didn't think I would get my own little girl. I always assumed that ship had sailed and I would get to mother boys. Little boys need a mommy. I was good with that. I was good with pretty much anything though.
It was a shock then when they handed me a little girl.

It had taken alot to keep her from showing up to early. And those last few weeks were rough on both of us.
My little Lizzie. I knew here right away. She filled an empty part in my heart. A beautiful little girl. Bright big eyes, tiny and perfect.
She needed a perfect name. She was born the year of the 150 anniversary of Pioneers crossing the plains. It seemed fitting to give here a name befitting her heritage.
One of Oma's great grandmothers, Sarah Jane Chapel crossed the plains. She came over from England with her family and endured countless hardships. Even though there is already a Sarah in the family it seemed to fit.
My Great Grandmother Elizabeth May Mabb was a remarkable pioneer in her own right. She was amazing and one of the most incredible women I ever met.
Both names seemed just right, but still wanted to give this little girl her own identity and something unique to her.

The Hebrew word Sarah indicates a woman of high rank and is sometimes translated as "princess" or goddess. The Hebrew name Elizabeth means - consecrated to God. So a Princess Consecrated to God.

Sarah Alizabeth Meyer, or SAM if she chooses, her own spelling, her own knickname.
(and she does). A gift.
My heart's second song.
How she has blossomed.
Now more and more like me everyday.
Little Sarita, mi chiquita