My first baby boy is 20 today

After my daughter, I wasn't supposed to be able to have any more children. I finally got pregnant, but miscarried that baby. Took me another year and I got pregnant with PJ. I was on bed rest since my fifth month d/t preterm labor. The docs didn't think I would be able to carry him to term, but I did, he was only two weeks early. So, he was "my last" baby...my baby boy. Fast forward 8 years and we adopted Joseph, so PJ wasn't my baby boy any more. But PJ was still my FIRST baby boy.

PJ is 20 today. We celebrated his birthday last week when he was home, he's back at college this week. All I can say is I'm blessed to have him as my son. He's a wonderful young man, a great son and a terrific brother to his younger siblings. When he comes home on break they all fight to see him and get his attention. All I can say is he will make some blessed woman a terrific husband some day and some children a great father.

So, this post is dedicated to my son PJ, or Pasquale as he now likes to be called. I love you son and am blessed to be your mother. May you have many many blessed days ahead of you.