Monthly Archives: July 2012

Happy Gotcha Day, Mila Mae!


My dear sweet baby Mila Mae,

On this morning, one year ago, I woke, not yet knowing my sweet baby girl. The anticipation was high, for I would meet my child today. Your dad and I, along with the other adopting families, had just sat down for breakfast at the guest house, when we looked up to see a large group arriving. It was your foster family. One by one little children came walking into the room. At first I thought you weren’t there, because I’d scoured every little face, and none of them were yours. My heart sunk at the thought of having to wait another day to meet you. And then, at last, there you were. With tiny puffs in your hair, and an unsure look on your face, we laid eyes on you, our precious baby, for the very first time. This day had been a long time coming. I was a mommy, your mommy, at last, and Dad was your Daddy. On July 17th, 2011, the Taylor two, became three.

You were a bit timid that day. Of course you were. I can’t imagine what was going through your little mind. Daddy and I introduced ourselves, embraced you, and sat you down for our first meal together. It was the best day! You did not cry, you actually laughed and played with your oh-so-smitten Daddy.

We spent today, one year ago, easing into our new lives. And one thing was clear to your dad and I, right away. You were something very, very special. You were worth the wait.

Days and weeks passed, and we had some wonderful times, and also some bumps in the road, as we learned each other more. You grieved the loss of your foster family, for that was all that you knew. They loved you very much, and I know it was hard to see them go. They knew that giving you a forever family was what was best for you. But how hard that must have been to understand at such a young age. You and I bonded, you allowed me to love you, to rock you to sleep, and sing improvisational lullabies in your ear. (Remind me to tell you about my made-up lullabies someday. They were quite comical.) We became fast friends. You made me cry, and we cried together many times. You made me laugh…a lot, and I realized you’re as goofy as I am, maybe more. I loved you beyond words, and you began to love and trust me in return. I was learning to be a Mommy, and you, you were learning to be my baby. The three of us flew home after 5 long weeks in Congo and were welcomed by lots of loving family and friends. Smiles and embraces were a-plenty. It was another good day!

Photo by : Allison Lewis Photography


Mila, your smile is radiant, your laugh, infectious, your beauty, striking, both inside and out. Your dance, hilarious, your mind, so sharp, and your sense of direction, unparalleled. You have a personality as big as the sun, and equally as beautiful and bright. You keep every day of our lives interesting, and you bring us so much joy.

I cannot believe an entire year has passed. Our great God has poured out so much mercy, so much love on this family, that we do not deserve. This year, He has overwhelmed us with His grace as He’s healed wounds, and formed bonds that we never imagined He could so quickly. He has filled us all up when were empty, and given us so much love to give to you guys. Mila, our God is an awesome God. How cool it is to think that He’s always known you, and knew you would be our child…before the beginning of time. He is always trustworthy, and will continue to guide each of us through every trial, through every joy, every step of the way. Your Daddy and I sit around thinking of what He is going to to with your little life…and we smile. We believe He has great things planned for you little girl! We pray constantly that He will continue to pursue your heart, and that you will one day come to know your Father in Heaven as we have, and grow deeply in your love for Him. We ask that you give us grace, as your dad and I fail miserably at times in this whole parenting thing, but please know, that our greatest desire as your parents, is to constantly point you to Christ. To show you that He is better than anything. Any possession, any family He gives us, any-thing that this world has to offer. We praise Him, for great things He has done!

We love you sweetheart, and look forward to spending the rest of our lives loving you more, and more.










What a Difference a Year Makes


This time last year…

We were waiting for Mila. Our preparations had begun long before July of 2011, but the gestation period was coming to an end. The anticipation was high, especially when we received this video. How things have changed! When we saw this we actually thought Mila was going to be shy. Man were we wrong.

It was just the two of us. Living in a 4 bedroom house. Ready to fill it up with some kiddos.

I’d turned in my notice to quit my full-time nursing gig, and become a full-time mommy.

Our plane tickets were purchased, 101 things to take to Congo were being packed, and I had very important adoption paperwork coming out of my ears.

This time this year…

We are rolling 4 deep in the Taylor house.

WE HAVE A CONTRACT ON OUR HOUSE!! We have no idea where we are going to live in couple of weeks, 🙂 but we are blessed to have the opportunity to be hunting.

Hudson got his first 2 teeth in the past week or so. He is rolling over, and trying to sit up. He’s not quite there yet, but it won’t be long.

He is growing like a weed, and blowing through clothes sizes. He has many new sounds and some hilarious faces. The whole “blowing raspberries” thing, has turned into a full-on spit fest. I’m soaked, he’s soaked, and so is everything around us.
And…he screams. At the top of his lungs, sometimes until he coughs or chokes. And he does it, A LOT! Not because he is upset, but just to hear himself talk. And there is no stopping him once he gets going. While I think it’s cute (most of the time), it’s not my fave Hudson trait while we’re in public places. Let me tell you, I get some looks.




And Mila…well, she’s still Mila.

She continues to steal the show, keeps us laughing every day, and always amazes us with her ridiculous intelligence and sense of direction. Adjusting to big sisterhood, has had it’s ups and downs though. She is slowly learning that whining each time you don’t get your way, doesn’t fly in the Taylor house. This was a brand new thing she started when Hudson came home. We’ve definitely made improvements in this area, but it’s hard for her to get why “Brother” gets positive attention when he fusses, and she does not. Being a big sis can be super confusing at times.

As for Dylan and I, we are in a mad rush to find somewhere to move in a few short weeks, which is pretty much consuming any down time we’ve had lately. Life is moving at the speed of sound, and we’re just trying to hang on for the ride.