Four years ago today, I met my middle son Mcguire (Mac). He was a six pound, nine ouce screaming bundle of black hair and an incredible cone head. Mcguire had a traumatic entry and looked a little worse for wear when he was born. I thought he was beautiful, everyone else…not so much. That’s ok I was seeing him through the eyes of an exhausted and totally lovestruck mother. (For the record, I am too vain to post any pictures of me post-delivery on this blog. God and I will be working on my vanity at a later date.)
A few days later however, he was the most beautiful little guy a mama could ask for, and now four years later he’s still one of the most handsome guys I know. Today I want to share a few things with you all in blogger land about my precious middle child.
Mcguire is 100% in love with golf, it is his reason for breathing. He talks constantly about his adventures with his Papa to Par Three and Peter Yagen (local golf courses), we play golf on the wii, and when we go to the doctor’s office he will settle himself in a chair and pick up golf digest. It is his greatest LOVE (followed closely by anything with sugar.)