I remember that night with Lea at the hospital well. I kept feeling sick and trying to pass-out because I was so scared. I wasn’t sure I was ready for this, but it was happening. It was a “ready or not here I come” moment. I’d never seen or experienced anything like child birth. Then when my first, Taylor, was born God did a miracle in my heart. I remember what felt like an instant sense of love that came over me that I had never experienced before. The second that boy appeared in this world, I would have given my life for him.
It was a special day. I remember crying right there in front of everyone, and I didn’t care who saw me. The nurse wrapped that tiny baby up in a blanket and said, “Do you you want to hold him?” I remember shaking my head “no” and thinking, “He might break.” She gave him to me anyway. He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Then I made a fatal mistake … I blinked … and he turned 18 last Friday. Soon I’ll blink again, and he’ll be graduating from high school and heading to AIM.
The years, months, days and minutes are SO important with each child. We don’t have them very long – value and cherish them while you can.
Happy Birthday, Taylor.
We love you and are very proud of you. ~ Mom & Dad