Happy Birthday Lizzie!

Hey, Lizzie! Happy Birthday! I made this playlist just for you! It's songs that either you like or that remind me of you. Yeah, it's short, but I can't spend all day on playlist.com.

I love you. You are fantastic. I'll tell you why: You are the most service-oriented person I know. You are juggling service projects to add service projects. You serve your family willingly and happily. I know - I live eight houses away, and I walk in any old time I want, and what do I find? Love, food, good conversation, affection for my kids, encouragement, good advice, really funny stories, kids that have been raised by smart parents. You have always tried to help people who aren't necessarily in the "popular crowd," as they say. You are a true friend. You are prayerful about how to raise your children with Jared, how to perform your calling, everything! You are so amazing at working out!!! I can't believe it. No, I really can't. You are so dedicated. Just running around out there, and lifting weights. You have always done it. It totally shows. You have a very pretty figure - you shut up, because you do, especially legs - and you work hard.

Things I love about you: You make everything funnier. Yep. Sarah is funny. You make her stuff even funnier. You are the funny catalyst. If you put you and Sarah together, it is all funnier. One word - fudge. (I am currently enjoying this fantastic playlist. I wish I had put "Cheeseburger in Paradise" on here.) Okay, okay, next thing: you can joke about yourself endlessly. Really, if I came at you with "you looked like Chucky when you were a kid you double-booty lizard," you would laugh and make it funnier! Um, I hope. You really are a good decorator, I don't care what you say. As well as good at makeup. But even better than both of those, you can put together an outfit with accessories like a Hollywood stylist. And the whole thing will cost a buck seventy. Them's skills. You make me feel good about myself when I am crying and feel like crap. You loan me stuff all the time. You are an excellent baker. You make cake taste like cornbread (a very endearing thing for someone who is a perfect baker).

Favorite stories:
Throwing clothes down to you through the upstairs window because yours were muddy. You coming into the Cannon Center at BYU to visit me and we were all screamy and huggy and everyone stared in utter jealousy, I'm sure. Meeting you at the temple and driving with you back to Provo with little Faithy. Spending the night with you and her there. Eating lunch with you and Jared and Faith at that Italian restaurant when I was on my lunch break at work. Running out of gas. Getting each other 5 candy bars and a coke, just pick a time. Remember that time we worked together to get Gabe's carseat taken out with the trash? That's a fave. When Mamaw had to cut every little tooth off of that curling iron because your hair was stuck in it. You doing high-knee jogging-in-place waiting for me to catch up that one month I was running/shuffling with you. What was I thinking?

I love you. You are a really good sister and friend. Sometimes I think you are older than I am (NOT because you look older than me! You look younger than me!) because you are so much wiser than I am.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!