Sunday morning on the way into church my 2 year old says to me…”What’s your name?”. Thinking that this was a great opportunity to teach her my name just in case she ever got lost I told her that it was Elizabeth. She looked totally befuddled for a minute before she giggled and said…”Don’t be silly, your name is Mommy!”. No matter how much I tried to convince her that Mommy wasn’t my name she would giggle and insist that I was being silly. Daddy has a real name, and baby brother has a real name, but me? Not so much. So I guess this is it. I am not longer Elizabeth, I am Mommy and you know I do think I like the sound of that.