Happy Birthday Big Mac!

Today my oldest nephew turns 8, and I am having a hard time not being emotional. I think it’s the hormones. Last fall when his sister turned 10 I cried my eyes out giving her present, and I am fighting hard to avoid the same thing happening this weekend. Of course little did we know I was pregnant at Savannah's bday. That would have been a good surprise for her, but oh well God wanted to wait until Jordan's birthday to reveal his plans to us. So back to Mclain. Eight years ago today in Nashville, TN my sister delivered my baby boy :). Big Mac (we named his this because he weighed about 8lbs) was nearly five weeks early, and had to stay in the NICU for a week and a half. I didn't get to go see him or hold him during those days, and it was soo painfully hard for me to not be there. I remember trying to always sound good and happy on the phone when Mom or Vic called with updates, but in reality I was crushed that I couldn't be there. I was still in college and we had just come back from spring break so my professors wouldn't let me miss class. Of course the first weekend McLain was home Paul and I headed straight to Nashville to get our hands on that baby boy! From the first time I held him I was IN LOVE! McLain loved his Weeva (Savannah's name for me) more than anyone. Vicki would make me put him down because the second I picked that baby up he went straight to sleep and she wanted him to stay awake during the day. This bond that McLain and I have continues today. When he comes to Florence he wants to come straight to my house. It broke my heart last year when he finally told me he was OK to sleep alone :(. Seriously, he doesn't know how much I miss snuggling with him. Of course he does still snuggle with me and his Uncle Jordan just not when anyone is looking haha. He loves his Jordan more than I ever imagined. He even asks Jordan to hold him all the time. This is something a big boy rarely does. Tomorrow Mom and I are going to pick up Emma and head to Dothan to celebrate with this special little boy. I know our years of him wanting us around are probably limited so I can't pass it up. Of course when I told him I was coming he said "Aunt Olivia, can you like save some money. I know it will be a lot, but you can save a lot of your money, and buy me an Xbox." I about died laughing. Poor kid has a lot to learn about money