Seventeen Years of Awe-Inspiring Moments
It's Taylor's birthday on Friday. She is at Disneyland today, although she's actually in Cali for the national FBLA CONFERENCE. She worked hard, raised every bit of what she needed for the trip, and hopped on the plane with 22 other kids yesterday. And she sat by a boy. (His name is Elliott. He is like a son to me, connected to our family by several different threads. The first and most enduring thread is Taylor. They have been friends for a long time, and he watches out for her, and I think he likes her, but right now I am just thankful that he is her friend.)
Yes. And today I was remembering some things about Tay when she was small. I remember her dressing herself in trash bags and making Tay soup. She created woven placemats from iris leaves and put an old white curtain over her head for a wedding veil. She was always singing--often songs from the little Mermaid or Mary Poppins, but almost as often they were songs she'd made up. When she was three she wore her swimsuit constantly. She refused to nap, so often when she was tired she would go in her room and throw fits and tear everything apart. And then she grew up.
Kenna was a much quieter gal. She tagged along after Taylor and Caleb, carrying her blanket and sucking her thumb. I think when she was one and a half that blanket had been reduced to about 6"x6". It was made of threads that were woven together. We replaced it. Kenna always crinkled her nose when she smiled and she loved green peppers and she always helped me make dinner. She also was the only kid who napped past the age of three.
Here they are: sisters. Friends. And my daughters. I'm grateful for them every day.
Yes. And today I was remembering some things about Tay when she was small. I remember her dressing herself in trash bags and making Tay soup. She created woven placemats from iris leaves and put an old white curtain over her head for a wedding veil. She was always singing--often songs from the little Mermaid or Mary Poppins, but almost as often they were songs she'd made up. When she was three she wore her swimsuit constantly. She refused to nap, so often when she was tired she would go in her room and throw fits and tear everything apart. And then she grew up.
Kenna was a much quieter gal. She tagged along after Taylor and Caleb, carrying her blanket and sucking her thumb. I think when she was one and a half that blanket had been reduced to about 6"x6". It was made of threads that were woven together. We replaced it. Kenna always crinkled her nose when she smiled and she loved green peppers and she always helped me make dinner. She also was the only kid who napped past the age of three.
Here they are: sisters. Friends. And my daughters. I'm grateful for them every day.
Comments
Post a Comment