Last week, I came into the church office to discover Taylor, the precious, four year old daughter of one of the administration staff, waiting to welcome any incomers. Her little purple dress and sparkly stockings tucked into her new, Christmas boots had her standing proud, displaying her outfit. As I sat down at the computer, opening the email whose inbox desperately required my attention, Taylor stood by my side. Soon, she was on my lap, typing letters one by one, looking to me each time she was unsure of what a letter looked like. In these moments, I felt proud and pleased. I could not control the smile on my face as I watched her little brain work, moving from key to key. Upon later reflection, I thought of how much easier it would have been to complete my work without Taylor's help. Being a bit of an impatient perfectionist, several times, I thought of throwing a paper her way with some crayons so I could proceed with finishing my to do list; however, I knew how much she wa