Her size

Never call Taz short.

No, seriously, never do it.

Never, under any circumstances, call Taz short. It'd be safer to cover yourself in brains and run into a giant scorpion's cave. Being eaten is a better fate then whatever she'll do.

I admit, there are some backsides to her height. In the beginning of her training, most of the teachers wouldn't give her the time of day. But probably the biggest problem, (for me at least.) is that when they look at us, people see a girl who could pass for twelve, and a man who looks like he's in his sixties. (Which I am not, thank you very much.)

But I kinda like her size. It's cute when she had to stand on her tippy-toes to whisper something in my ear. (which is another thing I'd NEVER tell her.

It's also good because it makes giving her piggy-back bides so much easier. Most people would think that piggy-back rides would be something she'd never do, but I know for a fact that she loves my epic piggy-back rides.

Everything about her is tiny, which is one of the things I find adorable about her. It looks so cute when she starts yelling at some ensign who is twice her size, and he gets scared.

It's also cute when we're watching a movie together, and she'll have her headband off so all her hair falls in her eyes as she curls up under a blanket. And then she'll lean on me and let me put an arm around her, and I'll be able to smell her mango-scented shampoo as she falls asleep in my arms.

I wouldn't trade those moments for anything in the world.