We got to have Taylor all to ourselves for a few days this last spring. She doesn't remember it, but for the first year of her life, I tended her while Sasha was attending beauty school. Taylor was such an easy baby. She was always healthy and happy, and the two of us did some pretty serious bonding during that time. Two weeks after she turned one, Mike and I moved to St. George. (I have worried a little about what that sudden separation might have done to Taylor's sense of security. The first time I saw her after the move was in Logan. I remember we clung to each other pretty tightly for those first few minutes.)
Fast forward almost five years and our adorable granddaughter is still making my heart sing. Here are a few pictures Grandpa took to record the visit.
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