This weekend I sewed a backing to the partially finished quilt, adorned the edges with the softest pink ribbon making tiny bows and gave it away - to Taylor Grace - a baby God has promised to a family precious to all of us. The quilt seemed a fitting gift for a baby who will share our girl's name. I wanted her to have something that my girl had touched, something that belonged to Sis. Taylor Grace will be her own person, but every time her family calls her name or posts a picture, we will all remember a firecracker of a red-head that played years ago with Taylor Grace's aunt, AnnaMarie, and hopefully, we will smile.
I am confident God will bless this child and the sweet family raising her. I hope she dances; I hope her eyes laugh, and I hope she is unapologetically independent but tremendously loyal. We already love her so.
The shower ended and sunshine and family beckoned. I picked up tacos from Fuzzy's and drove from Edmond to Norman to spend the afternoon with my baby cousins, my aunt, my uncle and sweet Josie, our Duchess. We sat for hours in the sun watching the boys play, talking when the stories to share crossed our brain, sitting comfortably silent when they didn't. Josie once told me that she knew more of our family stories than anyone else's thanks to Taylor Renee. I hope that's why she can just sit with me, an old lady who prays to stay connected to the hearts with whom we shared Taylor.
Emily, Taylor Grace's soon-to-be aunt, asked me today, "Have you seen anything good happen? Do you think something good will happen?"
I could only answer, "That's God's promise to us - I believe we can choose to have faith in that promise."
Tonight the thought that didn't find me during my tear-filled drive home from Norman finds my fingers as they type:
Sharing Taylor is something good that happened.