There is this cassette tape I have. If you listen to this cassette tape you will hear a recording of my birth.
If you’re wondering…yes, it does feel strange to listen to labor.
But I get over the strangeness quickly when I hear a voice say, “Hi Taylor. Hi little girl. I’m your Dad.”
I am listening to my dad speak his first words to me. We’re making introductions. My mind is blown as I imagine this; this moment before all the moments to come. In this moment the only thing my dad knows about me is that I’m 7 lbs, 8 oz. and 21 inches long. The only thing I know about him is the sound of his voice…a voice I will grow to recognize instantly; a voice that I will always love to hear.
In my tiniest form I am not yet aware that-
This is the voice that will sing ‘Once Upon a Dream’ while he spins me in his arms and then tosses me in the air before I land, giggling, on my mattress. Then he will pull out his guitar and sing ‘Forever Young’ by Bob Dylan a million times.
This is the voice that will whisper in my ear before the sun rises to wake me up for a special breakfast.
This is the voice that will make me feel safe.
This is the voice that will direct my sister and I in home-made short films such as ‘Misson Possible’ and ‘Maddyella’.
This is the voice that will read me epic adventure stories out loud, character voices included.
This is the voice that will make me cry when it’s raised.
This is the voice that will pray over me.
This is the voice that will tell me I’m lovely (even when I have missing teeth, thick glasses, and bangs that are far too short).
This is the voice that will ask me questions. Constantly.
This is the voice that will make me laugh until my sides ache.
This is the voice that will give wise advice when asked.
This is the voice that will cheer me on through successes and failures.
This is the voice that will appear in countless postcards, Bible margins and wax-sealed letters addressed to me.
This is the voice I will trust.
I will always love this voice.