Taylor wrote her first story this past week. There are several raptures that fill my soul concerning this "writing" discipline she is exploring that I believe in so deeply. But more than anything, I just love looking at life through her eyes and hearing her little heart being expressed in the broken language of a toddler. I feel God's heart beating in her words. I see God playing in the sandbox of life and making new things with little buckets and shovels. I hear God's voice and it has the tone of a nasally 7 year old sharing a story with flared nostrils and overexcited stutters.
Here is the story she wrote:
"i am taylor and I have a little daddy in my eye. i have a little brown in it from my dad. one day we found it in my eye. sometimes I say "daddy, look in my eye and right away he says, 'yep, there it is a little brown from me'. it is a little fun having a little daddy in my eye. i have a lot of mommy in my eye. i am writing in the van my first story ever. 7 years old. i have blue eyes and my mom and my sister aly do, too. kami and my dad have brown eyes."
Heidi has blue eyes. I have brown eyes. Taylor has blue eyes with a little fleck of brown in her right eye. This is what she means when she says, "I have a little daddy in my eye". What a powerful way of saying something so simple.
There are days when God grabs you by the cheeks, turns your face toward His and says, "Hey, listen to me. You have a very good life. Enjoy that thought today." I feel like He's done that again through my daughter in this moment.
'a little bit of daddy in my eye'...
thanks, Tay, for your tender little soul.
I love you, princess.