He’s 5 today. FIVE years old!
He is bashful and shy on the outside–most days, I have to give him a little push through the preschool doors or he’d never make it inside.
But, this year……this year, our sweet boy bloomed. He’s still quiet…even obedient, but underneath lies the kind of boy that celebrates something exceptional with pelvic thrusts (true story)…the kind of boy that “rides” down the stairs in a box (true story), and the kind of boy that isn’t afraid to dance in the outfield during a tball game (true story). He is cuddly and a little bit spicy–He is our Luke. We expect him to have ALOT of fun in college.
He is an answered prayer. Times a million. He is the result of the heartbroken prayers for almost 4 years while we traveled down the dark road of infertility. He is the baby that tested positive for Spina Bfida before he was born. He is the baby that was delivered blue and not breathing because his cord was knotted around his neck. God heard our tearful prayers to keep him safe–we are thankful to be able to call him ours…to have the opportunity to raise him to love Jesus.
(and, I secretly love that he looks a little like me.)
Luke, when I look at you, I see sparkly eyes and an infectious smile. I see the potential for good-natured mischief. I see a boy who likes to snuggle. I see a loyal friend.
Happy Birthday to our fun boy, Luke Taylor! Watch out world, here.he.comes !