And my number three…Christopher

Christopher John. My last baby. Our last son. The final hurrah, as they say.

What a joy, what perfection. But, it wasn’t easy. Not in the least. As a family, we got through the rough patches with what we needed to do – and here, here is our boy. Our last boy, but our perfect, healthy and happy boy nonetheless. Someone up there was looking over us.
The pregnancy wasn’t easy, but we got through it. Remembering the day we found our third (and final) was going to be a boy – we were thrilled. Always having wanted a girl, a daughter – at his point, we were thinking that their wives would be the girls we might be searching for. We were never happier than having been Fred MacMurray and My Three Sons than at this time.
After diabetes education and insulation injections, he was born. Early. Even a month early, this boy was perfect. Chris has never failed to be a complete joy.
Wise beyond his years, we couldn’t be more proud. We all attended his college graduation last Friday – his parents, brothers, grandmother, and future sister in law’s and their families. Life is good.

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