We were so excited to take Myles to the fair this year, we knew he would have a blast, and that he did. It was so much fun showing him all of the animals, antique tractor's, watching the little tikes on the rides, can't wait until next year when he can go on a few. The fair for us was an experience of a lifetime, one to never forget. Little thing's that we would have found terribly boring, like the vegetable judging was a blast. I know, sounds crazy, but Myles loved the bold color's of the pumpkins, tomatoes and cucumber's. Proudly pushing him in the stroller, beaming and whispering to each other, "We are at the fair with our son." It's funny, at times it seems still like a dream. Throughout the day, every smile, laugh, coo, hug, and joy of showing him new thing's, I say to myself " you have a son." It still makes me step back and cry, just as if we just brought him home yesterday. Yearning, hoping, praying that someday our dream would come true, and it has. We have everything we ever wanted, little Myles.
