Dean McCoy Turner, the first child I ever birthed, turned eight years old on Friday. It was exactly eight years ago when I sat in a hospital room holding this little person. I had no idea what to do with him, but I knew I was in love. He looked me right in the eyes and I rubbed my fingers on his tiny face and we just sat there breathing as our life together began. I love you, Dean! You keep our days full of laughter and loud noises. You bring so much life and excitement to our family. Now go be an awesome eight year old!
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