Taylor Marie

The fireworks sparkled in the whites of her eyes, her delicate profile illuminated by flashes if violet and red. The thunderous boom pulsed through the crowd as ooh's and ahh's escaped the captivated lips. Each set of explosions was more vivid than the one before - the blackness of night splattered with electric paint. Despite the crashes, murmurs, music, multi-colored flashes and golden sparks that hung in the air like weeping willows, my gaze was on Taylor.

So consumed, eyes darting from flash to flash, her innocence was palpable. An overwhelming wave of gratitude swept over me, a smile sliding onto my face. It was as if everything I loved about her - her peaceful presence, her joyful spirit,  her pure heart - were all perfectly displayed in this picturesque moment.

There is something about Taylor, I have tried for a while to convey it. Simply sitting a coffee shop and talking to her is liberating. I feel like I can skip the rocks of all of my troubles into the pale blue pond of her eyes and she will send out love and peace in ripples until all is calm.

She listens intently, speaks softly, turns pink when she giggles, dances ironically, reaches out to those who are struggling, and never misses an opportunity to wrap her tiny arms around friends and loved ones. She makes everyone feel at home. Of anyone I know, Taylor has God's tender heart.

There is something effortless in her grace, something fierce in her devotion, and something timeless in her friendship. In these everyday moments, Taylor's beauty is transcendent.