Conversations with Taylor

First, a heart tugger… the night of her birthday, I was kneeling beside her bed, brushing her hair back with my fingers and telling her how very awesome it was that she was 4 years old. “My big girl…” I reminded her about how she was really sick when she was born “but God took care of you and now look at you! Counting to 100, writing your name, running and jumping around…” Through the sucking of her fingers, I saw a smile. I said, “I am so glad that God gave you to me and your daddy.” She took her fingers out of her mouth and said, “God gave you and daddy to me too.” I said, “Yes, He did! We should give Him a big ol’ thank you for that. Ready? 1.. 2.. 3” and in unison, “Thank you, God!!!” I was surprised to learn that Brian didn’t hear us downstairs!

Lessee… we left some stuff in GA and it arrived in the mail. Taylor thought it was very nice of the postman to take it from mimi and papa and give it to her. I took the opportunity… “Did you know papa used to be a postman?” Unimpressed, continuing to eat her sandwich – “Uh huh.”   Um, no she didn’t. We’ve not told her. We’ll try that one again when she’s not distracted with food, mail, and TV. Sorry Dad.

Tuesday morning arrives – and we sang her “Happy day after your birthday to you!” It was cute, trust us. Getting in her daddy’s car, she starts trying to buckle her own seatbelt. Brian asks if he can help her and she says, “I’m 4 years old now so I’m big enough to buckle my own seatbelt.” Unfortunately, no success. Daddy buckled it and she was okay with that. On to school! Taylor announces that when she grows up she wants to be a ballerina. To me, this is a nice improvement to her desire of just a few months ago to be a fire truck man.

Last but not least – if you’re ever feeling old, just ask Taylor to tell you how old she thinks you are. She’ll say 10. “How old will you be when you’re all grown up?” 10. How old is mommy? 10. How old is grandpa? 10. “If you’re 9 years old and have a birthday, how old will you be?” 10! “If you’re 10 years old and have a birthday, how old will you be?” Her first answer to this was with her daddy and grandpa and it was a very grown up sounding, “I can’t worry about that right now!” Then she progressed to getting upset and saying, “No number!”

I’m sure there are others I’m forgetting. Those are the most memorable of the most recent.