Tate is eight! On this day in 2006 I went to a routine doctor’s appointment. Little did I know that I was in full-blown labor. Taters came into this world 3 weeks and 1 day early. He has always been on his own timeline…and he has taught me so much about trusting my instincts and trying not to compare us with everyone else.
Tate is an amazingly strong child. He endures struggles and difficulties with aplomb and charm. He keeps plugging along, even when it isn’t easy. He really is an inspiration. He also has such a zest for life and is so passionate about so many things. I wish we all could laugh as heartily as he does and dance and enjoy music like we didn’t care who was watching like he does. He marches to the beat of his own drum, and it is going to serve him well in this world.
Happy Birthday, my sweet, sweet boy. I love you to the moon and back and then some….
Now I shall inundate you with photos of his 8 years….he’s pretty darn adorable, if I do say so myself…and he exudes joy. Just look….