I'm a little late...

I'm pretty sure that normally people start these before or just after the birth of their child. I'm a little late. Taylor  was born on February 17th, 2005, and at that moment my whole world shifted on it's axis. I've heard many parents try to explain "that" moment, but it's all very personal and hard to put into words. I liken it to...a weight? ...a bond? ...a?

The moment was heavy. I felt heavy with love. I felt heavy with a need to protect him. I felt heavy with a desire to know him, and I felt heavy with the extra 15 pounds I didn't lose even after that sweet baby lightened my load. Heavy, yeah that's it.

Since that moment, I've had all kinds of emotional ups and downs that I'm sure many of you parents out there can relate to. The seasons of poop. The sleepless nights. Praying for a God you may not even believe in. "Sweet Sheba, will this child ever sleep?!"

I've had many of those nights in the last almost 6 years, and I'm grateful for everyone of them.

I hope to use this blog to document the life of my brilliant little boy, Taylor. aka. Bubb, Bubbo, Chubbo-Bubbo-Lubbo-Lo. Don't ask...

Welcome to a bit of my journey through motherhood.