Ten years ago God brought Lisa into my life.
With a baby girl named Taylor.
And a cute husband named Jeff.
They trusted me (silly people!) to watch Taylor.
And then McKenna.
And then Nolan.
And then Brody.
Four kids. Four delightful gifts from God.
And now Lisa has breast cancer.
I hate saying those words.
But I can't pretty them up like I do in a novel.
Dagnabbit. You can find out more of Lisa's story HERE
So Taylor (now ten years old) got an idea.
A wonderful, marvelous, God-sent uplifting idea.
Why don't we throw Mom a party?
A "Fight Like a Girl Party"
And everyone can wear pink and cover their hair in sisterhood.
Except it was a surprise party so Lisa is in blue.
Which only makes her stand out in a crowd even more than usual.
That and the bald head.
So we did just that.
Girls came from all over. Big girls.
Girls having fun.
Because, well... They're girls. And girls just wanna have fun.
There were messages of love and hope and good wishes:
And a visiting puppy.
The puppy was also a girl.
Girls united in faith, hope and love.
And the greatest of these is love.
These are my girls. My friends. My comrades. My daycare moms.
These gals made Taylor's dream of having a big "Fight Like a Girl" Pink Party a reality.
Rock on, ladies.
Taylor, Lisa and McKenna Tydings.