Saved.

"Lizzy is something else."

I often say that when someone compliments me on Lizzy or they make just about any comment about her.

I shake my head and laugh because, well, "She is something else." Trust me.

Every time she sees pictures of me or my husband she gets really excited and says "That's Mommy!" or "That's Daddy!" She just loves my husband. My husband said that he thinks Lizzy is way more attached to me...and I tend to think she likes him more than me. Who knows. I think we may finally be to the point where she sees us as her parents.

Lizzy has taken up wiggling into my lap and laying there like a baby. Her head laying on one of my arms and her legs swung over my other arm.

When she does this she always says the same thing:

"Mommy! You saved me!!"

I assume she associates that hold as maybe like a superman hold...you know, when superman scoops someone up into his arms and flies off with them in his arms...thus saving them.

At least that is what I assume she means.

But, there are those times, like this morning, when she crawls into my lap and looks at me in the eyes and declares "Mommy! You saved me!" that I can't help but think "Yes, little girl, you HAVE been saved."

I didn't do the saving.

God did that.

But, I got to be part of it.

I get to be the "Mommy!" who Lizzy tells "You saved me!!"

What a gift.