Happy Birthday To My Taylor Girl!

On May 7, 1988, on a steamy Saturday afternoon in Okinawa, Japan, God blessed me with the most precious blue eyed bundle. She was born six days early, and arrived just in time for Mother's Day. We didn't know ahead of time what we were expecting and I had talked myself into thinking that I was having another boy (so as not to be disappointed--nothing against boys, but I already had one of that variety. (Love you Bryce)). To say I was tickled pink by the announcement, "It's a girl!" would be an understatement! I was instantly head over heals in love with this precious child, all nine pounds and 22 inches of her.

She was my "T-bird" . . . my "Birdie" girl, and

sometimes I still call her "Bird" . . . she says I'm allowed to.

My blond haired, blue-eyed, deep voiced, sweet smiling girl.

My shy with strangers, soft spoken,

quiet in crowds . . . yet rambunctiously silly at home, girl.

My sweet spirited, God loving, friend to all, girl.

Time has a way of flying quickly by, and somehow

before my eyes my little girl turned into a beautiful,

(inside and out) young woman. If you know Taylor,

you know kindness and gentleness, honesty and goodness.

Yes, I'm her mama, and I'm partial, but I'm telling the whole truth.

You know a girl who has a heart for helping others,

a girl who loves the simple things in life . . .

like candy, and bouncy balls, and gum machines with prizes.

A girl who takes her "sister" role very seriously,

and who has been my "What would I do without you?" right hand girl.

She is my "born in Asia" blessing, who came to me in May

and forever changed my world!

Twenty years later she stood beside me in

Guangzhou, China, as my second Asian born blessing

came to me in May, and forever changed our world.

Oh how I love sharing life with you Taylor!

How very blessed I am to be your mama.

Soon you will fly from my nest, and though my heart aches to see you go, I know that you have big things to do . . .

Happy Birthday Birdie.

Soar high my girl!

Blessings from my birthday celebratin', (tears dripping), proud mama bird nest ~

Tina