6 years ago this morning at 1:35 am I gave birth to a beautiful brown eyed baby boy.
My labor was intense and hard without any pain medication but empowering.
My husband and I named him: Taylor Lance Nye
He came into this world with a loud set of lungs and feisty appetite not only for food but for life.
As a baby Taylor would smile from ear to ear, making your heart melt into a million peices.
As a baby Taylor would love to sit under the trees and watch the leaves go back and forth, trying ever so hard to figure the patterns out.
As a baby Taylor was his mama's cuddle bug
As a toddler Taylor climbed onto my fridge at 18 months old to get the easter egg candy
As a toddler Taylor fell in LOVE with trucks, planes and trains
As a toddler Taylor loved little einsteins
Now Taylor is 6.
He does not climb onto my fridge anymore but uses a stool instead...sigh...=-)
He now loves to play with his trucks, planes and trains (and moms spoons) in the dirt
Instead of little einsteins he loves the movie cars, especially Mater
He is still is his mama's cuddlebug
But most of all he is mine ..... whether he is 6 or 60.
I love you Taylor baby.
Happy Birthday son.