Wow, ok I know I talk a lot about Tyler, ok it's pretty much the only thing on this blog now, but the last few weeks I really have been thinking about what my baby means to me. He has definitely changed my life and emotions. I cry during Operation Smile commercials, I can't look at pictures of starving children in Africa, whenever I see children being bad in the store I think my children are never going to be like that (ya right), I'm already wondering what he's going to be when he grows up-could he support a family? I have dreams about Tyler getting hurt and I have to go check on him, for some reason I don't mind Tyler's spit up, snot, or diapers at all... Infact it's cute to me (-:, and I can't look at him without kissing his chunky little cheeks.
I guess the main thing is my realization of the love of mothers and fathers, what a blessing it is to have this sweet child in our home, Tyler always makes us laugh, he is our happy thought, he is so fun for us. I love the feeling that he needs me and loves me, I just am so grateful for this perfect, fun little boy. (yes, I know someday he'll be a notty child, and then a dis-obedient teenager), but for now, being a mother is absolutely wonderful, and I just am so happy he is mine.
