January 15, 17 years ago, I was in the hospital giving birth to my youngest son. He came out weighing nine pounds and with a broken collarbone (my fault) 17 years later and he is an awesome person. He loves what he does and makes friends easily. I'm really proud of him, and I'm glad we decided (ha ha) to have one more boy. Sometimes the best things are surprises in a little bundle.
Hope you had a great birthday T.J.!
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