The beauty of these seven girls runs deep. No cookie cutter friendships here. Between the seven of them, they enjoyed golf, orchestra, basketball, cheerleading, soccer, piano, running, dancing, fashion, no fashion, shoes, no shoes, Jesus, and an abiding love and sisterhood. However, no two of them are the same.
There isn't a day that goes by that one of them doesn't text me. Aldyn met me for lunch today. Her eyes were bright and her smile genuine. The realness of these seven is undeniable and so very rare. With Aldyn, I could smile; I could laugh; I could tell Taylor stories and watch her duck her head with laughter or watch her brown eyes well up with tears. We share the same Taylor. Our laughter celebrates my girl instead of betraying her.
As mom's we pray for sweet friends to love our babies. We pray for Christian influences and sincere bonds. We pray for hearts that love our babies for who they are and who they will become.
Carlie is driven and focused and seldom ridiculous. If you want the bottom line, you call Carlie. (from left) Mackiegirl is giddy, silly, ever-loving and childlike. If you want to face plant in a snow drift wearing shorts and a sport bra, you call Mackiegirl.
Ashley, the resident bohemian, lives barefoot with wild abandon and yet has the strength and simplistic wisdom and purpose of a woman twice her age.
Brynne, aka mom, prudently guards the well-being of the group, smiles effervescently and has a plan for everything.
Aubrey (Waldo, Aubs, Aubey) emotes and emotes and emotes. Taylor always said she was the most like me. Oh, but when she loves - she moves mountains.
Aldyn, our favorite Miss America, the quiet reserve until the joke or moment deserves a righteous good snort. Her outward beauty is surpassed only by her fierce loyalty.
Taylor Renee, light and sass, the minion, the rebel, the tambourine playing, sun-drop girl dancing, bicycle riding, cheerleader for everyone who loved us all.
I love this picture. I love Tuttle Field and Union High School and the memories of the Tee Pee and my girls on the field. We knew the night we took this picture that time was fleeting; we just didn't know how fragile we were.
I love you girls. You carry Taylor's light. I see it every time I see one of you. When you are moms, you will know what you mean to me.
“You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven."