Lizzy: There's Nothing She Can't Do

This post is so effortless, I’m half convinced that I could lift my fingers and it would type itself.

I walked past the computer today and thought Liz was looking at somebody else's art… 

Nope, it was hers.

Then she goes out to the studio and drafts (what could be) a hit song.

Then she goes out and rides her horse.

 Joins us for band practice, does her farm chores, plays some cards, and finally finishes the day by typing her story late into the night.


In the last few years, this middle-child introvert blossomed from the shy little girl who danced in the pasture to the most creatively talented child you’ll ever meet. I’m convinced there’s nothing she can’t do.

Actually, there is something she can’t do. She can’t be taught. 

 But that’s okay because she has the discipline to teach herself. Piano, guitar, art, baking, writing, horsemanship, photography, whatever it is, she’ll figure it out. On her own. ;)

If only puberty worked this kind of sorcery on every teenager. ;)