I wrote you a letter this morning, Dear Isaiah. And now, we are smiling in ways we can’t describe, and if you’re ready to meet him, then he’s ready to meet you. Meet Isaiah Taylor Hoffman.
Meet Isaiah Taylor Hoffman
Isaiah was not the name given to me at birth, but my mama and daddy called me that immediately because they just couldn’t escape the words “….and a child shall lead them.”
In addition to my real name, here are some of the other names my mama calls me, “Zay, Zay-Zay, Sweet Boy, Chipmunk, Woody Wood Pecker, Izay-zaz and Crazy Little Man.”
My sister, Samarah, calls me “Baby and Baby Isai-zas” mostly.
I am all boy. I smack my hands loudly on the ground when I crawl. I am fast. I scream a lot. I throw a fit, whenever I feel like it. I am a climber. I love to bounce. Music is my jam. As is pushing big chairs, and acting like a maniac 24/7.
I love to eat, and I am really good at it, just like Samarah. My current favorites are bananas, avocado, sweet potatoes topped with my mama’s obsession, Honey Pecan Pie and lately, I’ve been digging salmon and baked cauliflower pieces.
I have the cutest personality, at least that’s what I’ve heard them say. My new friend Shondra says that laugh of mine is hilarious, and most would agree. I act as a stand-up comedian 7 days a week with the Woody Wood Pecker-isms and eye blinks that my mama doesn’t know whether to scream or laugh at.
My daddy loves to help me be entertaining for the whole family. He stands me up, and we do funny voices, make funny faces and wiggle all around.
I have a sister, Samarah, whom I adore. She tells me, “I don’t want Isaiah,” whenever I’m in the way of her and her dolls and other toys. But then she turns around, hugs me, holds me and laughs with me and I am in my own, little heaven.
We have 2 dogs, Fiona, and the big one, Reagan. I spook Fiona a lot when I smack her, but they both love that after mealtime, they get to clean up my mess.
I am a tank. No, I’m serious. I am a tank. I think my mama already told you, but I can push 45+pound chairs all over the house.
I can dance and bob my head like no other one year old around. At the pool yesterday, I spent most of the time jamming to Bob Marley. Everyone thought I was a little ham ball. I am.
Each night before bed, they all kiss me and tell me they love me. My face gets a huge smile, and I sleep nearly the entire night (I do wake up around 4am when mama does, but usually go back to sleep for awhile).
I overheard my mama say today, “adoption is my calling, it has made my life complete.”
I’m not even sure what that means because I am just a wee little.
But guys…..I can feel the love.
They really love me.
I really love them.
Today we became a family of four, with our cowboy boots and hearts ready to love like mad.
This is me, Isaiah Taylor Hoffman. My story, our story, is just beginning.
I hope you enjoy my mama’s movie.
You will heal. I will help.