Grateful to be a Libby

When I was a little girl my family called me Lib.  If it wasn't Lib it was Libby and I always knew I was in trouble when I was called Elizabeth!

Somewhere along the way, Libby because Liz.  I think it may have been part of 'being myself' out in the big wide world.  I can't remember the reason why, I'm sure it made sense at the time in my young and still to be filled up head!!

Like many things, I've come full circle with my name.  After being out in that big wide world as Liz and only being referred to as Lib by my immediate family, I have started yearning to be called Lib all the time.

The reason 'why' is a complicated thing...I haven't got to the bottom of it fully yet. 

All I know is that I was a Lib to my dad who is unfortunately no longer here (a fact that after four and a bit years I still can't quite fathom).

Equally as important though, I'm a Lib to my mum and my brothers and sisters....and I love them more than words can say (and probably haven't said enough).    I've realized that I love hearing them call me "Lib" because it reminds me that they KNOW me and they LOVE me and despite the many things I have and still manage to mess up in my life....they love me in spite of this.

Libby means 'loved'.  Libby means 'accepted'.  Libby is such a lovely name :))

This grateful post is hosted over at The Beetle Shack this week as Bron is still MIA...please come back Bron, we miss you!
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