18 years ago today, I became a mother. I had been in labor for over 24 hours and after 4 hours of pushing there he was (after being prepped for a c-section and forceps). I saw him for only a minute before he was whisked away at 2:26 in the morning. We both had some complications and they had him in the nursery for what seemed like forever. By 6:00 I could not stand it anymore and asked to see my baby. I was alone, everyone else had gone home to sleep, including Chad (poor guy had been up for two days straight). I remember that moment they placed him in my arms for the first time, I was in love. He was the most perfect thing I had ever seen, even with a cone head. I remember smelling him and telling him I loved him more than he would ever know. At that time, I remember thinking my Heavenly Father must really love me to send me something so sweet. How scared I was, thinking would I be able to raise him into the person he was destined to become. But the love I had for him was much stronger than my fear and I promised him I would be the best mother I could be. Chad and I would lay in bed with him, watching every movement and talking about what he would be like as he grew. I looked forward to every milestone and could not wait for the next. What a joy it was to watch him grow and see that baby turn into a boy. He was definitely an athlete and it thrilled his dad to watch him at age two be able to throw a football with a spiral. He was blessed to have seven uncles teach him all he needed to know about sports. He loved school and was determined to be the best student he could be. Well that boy grew and grew and is now almost a man. What a joy it has been to be a part of his life and how quickly it has gone by. Now I wish I could have that chubby little angel back in my arms and do it all over again. He still keeps me up some nights with the fear of, is he becoming who he is destined to become. But again my love for him quiets my fear and I realize how blessed I am to have been able to raise one of Heavenly Father's choice spirits. Happy "18th" Birthday to the best son any mother could ask for. I love you Taylor. Love, Mom
