...the deal is

Oh hello world!

So, with marriage, and this blog dying away while I was giddy in love.....
[oh, and the whole name change thing...]
I have started a new blog.

And because I want to be in touch with you all [as I feel a kinship with you]
I would love it if you went over to take a look.

And if you leave a comment I wouldn't mind-
and would love it if you did so I could find your lovely blogs again
and re-follow your life.

Here's the link.
It's still in the making.


to a daddy, not a dad...

There has always been a difference to me in the words daddy and dad.
My dad is a daddy.
A dad of girls. .
To my brother, he's a dad.
But to me, he will forever be a daddy.
I am the sole inheritor of his brown eyes,
and to be honest, just about everything else.
Everyone loves their dad, but I'm pretty sure I have a leg up.

I've been told for years that I am my dad.
Now that wedding planning has come,
it even shows in the way I plan party details.

All of it just makes it so that my daddy understands me.
So maybe I'm biased, but I am pretty sure I have the best one.
And today he turns 50 [though you would never know]
So for the man who has everything,
I will write about him for his birthday.
And tell him I love him at least ten times.

So to the man that has literally provided my whole life to me.
Thank you.
Thank you for my schooling,
and the clothes on my back.
Thank you for the food I eat,
and the wedding I'm planning.
For the place I come home to,
and the time I get to spend there.
Thank you for holidays,
and the desire to do something more.
Thanks for helping us to believe in ourselves,
and to know that there are no limits on what we can do.
Happiness is a choice, thanks for helping us choose it.

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Happy Birthday to my 50 year old, handsome, hard-working father.

Love you Always,

Taylor Ann


...and now I have a love story

I've had so many requests for details, and blogging is always the last thing on my list these days (let's be real, it's been last on my list since I started dating boy), but world...I'm engaged and happy and here to give you a few little details.

Today, I entered a contest and had to write a bit about 'our story'. I thought, per your request and the sake of my memories I don't want forgotten, I would share it here.

When I moved in here a year and a half ago, I was very taken with the boy with a dimple and bright blue eyes. I was sure Jay Winters was the most darling boy I had ever laid my eyes on, but fate would have it that it wasn't in either of our cards, and I dismissed the thought. We continued to be friends and had good conversations over the balcony separating his apartment from mine. That was all it was for a long time, and I grew up a bit and dated people that helped me appreciate all Jay would be to me.

We lived in the same apartment complex for a full year before he ever asked me out. And what they say about the rest being history? It really was. We both expressed our interest in only dating each other only 5 days after our first date, and he kissed me goodnight right there on my doorstep. From then on he was my boy. He was the boy to open my door and tell me how wonderful he thought I was, and I adored everything about him. He really was a breath of fresh air.

Over Christmas he came to California to see my home, and I was reminded of how I needed him. We were hiking one day and came across a meadow I'd never seen. It was a beautiful day, and we stopped to take it all in as he held me tight. He told me he loved me right there. I felt the same, and told him so.

Two weeks ago, we went to the mountains. And there, in the snow, he took me by surprise again. He leaned in, gave me a hug, took a step back, and reached for his pocket. My shaking hands went up over my mouth as he told me how much he loved me and wanted to be with me forever. I was lost for words, and hugged him tight. He lovingly reminded me of his need for a response and with shaking hands, I held his face and looked into those blue eyes. Yes, of course.

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I think you always know love is real, but you never really understand how it works until you feel it.
I could never understand how people got to a point where they wanted to be together forever.
But just so you know, it's real and it's all it's cracked up to be.
I'm so excited to be with my blue-eyed boy for all eternity.

Love Always,
And happy as I've ever been,

Taylor Ann