11.13.11

April 1993 was a surreal month. 

Tia was 3, Haley was 4 months old, Curt had lost his job, and I was expecting baby #3. 

 How had my life gotten so completely out of control? 

 I remember lying in my hospital bed,

hooked up to IVs due to my severe dehydration and nausea,

wondering how the heck I was going to survive. 

And then on November 13, 1993 this angel was born...

6 lbs 12 oz of blonde, blue-eyed perfection!

We brought Cassidy home from the hospital all bundled up in pink,

and as she slept, we tried to teach Haley how to take her first steps.


Cassidy was a patient, calm baby.

She never demanded attention, unless she was hungry.

She was exactly what I needed as I tried to figure out how to be a mom to my 3 girls.

And now, 18 years later...not much has changed.

I am still trying to figure out how to be a mom,

and she just does her thing, whether it is homework, student council responsibilities,

church callings, reading her scriptures, memorizing the "Family Proclamation",

practicing the piano, completing personal progress, fulfilling her service hours,
applying for colleges, and the list goes on and on.

There is not much I have had to teach her during her life.

She was born obedient and trusting and my job has been to watch and learn from her.

Happy, Happy Birthday, Cassidy!

We love you more than you know!