Taylor Girl has been famously named so because obviously there is another important Taylor in my life. I can remember the night she was born those FOURTEEN years ago, sheesh. I was in the hospital waiting room with my parents and a couple that was in my sister and brother in law's wedding. She was born just before midnight. I don't remember holding her until she was a little older because people simply do not trust 8 year olds with infants. Lame-o! As she grew older we had such a close bond. I was obsessed with people knowing I was an aunt as such a young age. I hate to say I wasn't as into as I got older, it was more of me not realizing how attached we were. I was certain I loved her. But I didn't realize she would want to sleep in the same bed as me when I visited. She always wanted to have a hand on my arm, or her foot next to my leg. She just always wanted to me with me or around me. I imagine this is how my sister felt when I was little.
Taylor G. was always known as the BRT. Bratty rotten Taylor. Oh man she was a brat! Her attitude was razor sharp. We had a rough time dealing with her at times because she just wouldn't listen. She shaped up pretty quick when she realized she wasn't a baby anymore, but a big sister. And she adapted to it so well. We always talk about how she's so great with children and certain people will only trust Taylor for the job. I can't remember half the times she was so rotten before because she's been such a joy for so long.
Taylor has come so far from where she was. I was looking at pictures from a few years back and she's not the same person she used to be. She's grown up and matured so much. One thing that will always remain the same is how positive she is. She's always had this unique and infectious laugh. If something is kind of funny, she makes it super funny. And then we can't stop laughing. While we went home for the holidays I was having a difficult day. To forget the situation I hung out with all my girls in the family and I felt so much relief. It made it even better when I got in my car and Taylor G. came to the window and said, "I hope you feel better. I know you were having a hard time but I hope we were able to help you with that." I smiled and told her she did. And then I cried on the way home.
Being away from my nieces is the most difficult thing I've had to do. Missing their birthdays are hard. Knowing they love me and that I have a close relationship with them makes the time pass faster. What I have are my memories. The time when Taylor was a baby and she sat in a car seat while we watched my brothers games and was as content as could be. The time she shaved her legs as a toddler. The time I cried like a baby because she was having surgery the next morning and I was scared for her. The time I took her to the gym with me because she was (finally!) allowed to go with me. Watching So You Think You Can Dance together. I will have all this with me until we come back and make more memories.
This is from that random day we took the girls bowling. She's lost a lot of weight since then! I see it so much when I look at these pictures.
Her watermelon smile!She had so much fun at our engagement party, we all did.
I had never seen Taylor G. look so grown up as I did at the wedding. She was so excited to get dressed up and beautiful. She had been so nervous I would force her into an ugly dress because sometimes OTHER family members have a tendency to do that. Well I let her pick out the dress and let her wear a shawl to go along with it. And don't tell anyone but she was the only one allowed to wear her hair down besides me!
The two Taylors on the beach.I am so happy they know him as their favorite uncle.
Sigh, before we left.I miss her a lot. I miss her most today.
Happy Birthday to my oldest and first niece. You are more precious than you realize. I love you like the little sister I never had. I wish you happiness, I wish you joy. I can't wait for the future because I know it will be bright. Remember us because we love you, and know that you have put the biggest smiles on our faces today.
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