TAYLOR

This beautiful girl is my granddaughter, Taylor, visiting Daddy when he was in the hospital last year. She's the middle child between two sisters, Remy and Elle. My son is surrounded by females. Can't imagine what it'll be like when they're all teenagers. Yikes!!! Oh, and I'm eating Graduates, which are cookies for toddlers. Since I have two older sisters and we closely resemble the little girls in Dallas, both in looks and temperments, we joke that we'll have to join our new bodies fairly soon.(I think I'm teething)

I named my son after my father, Hoyt, and he named his youngest, Elle Laverne, after my mother who passed away. Its as if he's recreated our original family, except I did have a baby brother. I prayed for Bill, so when my mother got pregnant past the age of forty, she came home from the hospital and handed him to me. Those were the days when parents didn't take any flake over anything. I mean, we even had to pay for the outsome of our prayers. We might be better off if we went back to those days. I remember talking back to my mother and my father dragging me to the bathroom for a lashing. Hey, I turned out pretty good. I just have to wear pants to cover the scars. Please, this is a joke. I only had red marks, not scars. And I adored my father. See, old style parenting did work.