Introduction

I have been wanting to start a blog but I never felt like I had anything important to say. I can't write the beautiful words I have seen other people blog with. But I've decided to capture my story in writing. It feels good to get things down on "paper" and maybe one day I will have some beautiful words to express.

It seems appropriate to me to start off with an introduction of myself. Whether I have 1 or 2o or 100 people read what I have to say, it would be best for people to get to know the person behind the stories.

My name is Elizabeth. I was born and raised in Dallas, TX. I grew up in a very loving family. While we didn't always have the things we wanted, my parents always provided the things we needed. I grew up with my two sisters, one a year older and the other two years younger than myself. We built an amazing bond that has served as a huge source of support and strength in my life.

My parents had my sisters and I at a young age. Well, actually my mother did. She was 17, 18, and 20 when we were born and my father was 25, 26, and 28.

We were raised being told that our education was the most important thing we could accomplish. The three of us have graduated high school and are in college. Upon graduation, I chose to move 4 and a half hours south to go to school in San Antonio. I loved it there. If I had the chance I would go back. But things didn't go "according to plan".

*Side story: I met Frank my senior year of high school. We have been together over three years now, it will be 4 years this coming January. He is the person who knows how to make the angriest and happiest in the same day. We are very opposite in many ways, yet so alike in others.

At the age of 19, I became pregnant with my daughter. From the day I found out I was pregnant, my life took a complete 180 degree turn. After completing my second year of school in San Antonio, I moved back to Dallas and transferred to the school my older sister is attending.

My daughter was born September 20, 2009. She was a tiny 5lbs 15oz. I fell in love. From the day we brought her home from the hospital until she was 6 months, the three of us (Frank, Cecily, and myself) lived in my parent's house. This past April, we moved into our own home and have been taking things day by day and doing the best we can to provide everything for Cecily.

I go to school full-time and work part-time while Frank works full-time at night. We struggle but we have the support of two wonderful families.

So there is the short version of my story. As time progresses, I hope to be able to unveil the different aspects of my life that take up a story in themselves. This blog is meant to tell the story of my life with Cecily and Frank, but some things can not be understood unless a little background history is known first.

So until next time,
God bless and farewell...