Happy Birthday Tyson!

Wow, 7 years old. I can't believe it. 7 years ago I was 25 hours into the 29 hours of labor it took to get this little boy here. I told him the story of his birth (minus all gory details) on our way to the store tonight. I remember how glad I was when he was here, frustrated that we had to be in the hospital until Christmas Day, but so glad when we were released to go home with our sweet little gift. He was a beautiful little baby and I can still remember that skinny little body and that round chubby face. He looked like an angel and though it was a hard few months with sleepless nights and eating problems, he was still so full of life and we were glad to be his parents. That feeling has never left. He and I have our personality conflicts and this learning how to parent thing hasn't been that easy, but there have definitely been many joys to it and I know I have learned a lot. He is my first, so he is my teacher in many ways. I have loved watching him grow, have been amazed by how smart he is, and have been touched when he is so sweet and loving to others. I am often taken back by how much he understands about life, about God, and how quickly he picks up on just about everything. I am sad it has gone by this quickly. It seems that toddler hood went by rather slowly. Now that he's in school, I don't see him as much and time is measured in school months and play time, and it just seems to go by quicker. He's growing up and in just a short year he will be baptized. I am crying a little thinking about that day not so far off. Days go by fast and I hope I can remember to slow down for the sake of these babies that will always be my babies. I love you so much Tyson Cole. You are a strength to our family and I am so glad I have been entrusted with your care. Happy birthday!