It seems like yesterday that we returned from a trip to Mackinac to find seven messages on our answering machine from our adoption agency. Taylor had been born--and in the era of no cell phones--they couldn't find us all day to let us know. It was a mad dash for the next two days to get to him...but we made it!
Now he is this huge kid--we can almost see him growing daily--haha. He passed me up this year (wah) and is obviously far from done growing. He still has an obsession with fireworks and is trying to figure out how to parlay that into a career. ha.
Happy Birthday, sweet boy! We love you!
