Tomorrow is surreal and monumental. Tomorrow is a day I could barely fathom back in 1996. Tomorrow Payton Taylor turns 17. The girl who used to come to me for a diaper change now comes to me for guy advice. The little baby I used to hold and rock to sleep now towers over me by nearly a foot. The little thinker that used to love rides in her stroller traded in those wheels this year for a car and her first job. She is the first of 7 Taylor girls, the first one to teach me the ropes and the first little lady in my life to take a piece of my heart for her own. Payton, you'll always and forever be the reason why the very first day we met, when you were just 6 little weeks old, I knew I was meant to be your nanny.
But I'll still put you in timeout if you misbehave.