Happy Birthday, Son. You are now 24 and you know who I am and how much I love you. I was so excited to share your birth story with you tonight and so glad that I said goodnight to you and shared your nickname. Also shared some things that you needed to know about me and what’s going.

I truly miss watching you grow up and playing with your dogs and having fun. It was a choice made for me and not one that I would have chosen other wise. But it wasn’t up to me. It was up to the people who had money and not the true love I will always have for you.

You may have been told different but I know the truth. I wish back then that the State would have told me. But nothing was said to me. It was all hush hush. But then what did they care. They were all against me anyway.

But, today I have grown to forgive them and wish we could have a closer relationship. But, it was my choice and my way. I got to choose your parents. They were nice people and I knew that God would watch out for you and that God would take care of you. For you were my miracle Child

I didn’t realize til recently that I had Endometriosis and that I could had many kids but my body rejected them. Before you were born I had a rainbow baby  6 months before you. When we conceived you. I asked God to watch over me and let me deliver you normal and healthy. Which he did and he told me you were going to be a boy. Even though the scan and other things said you were a girl.

I had your name all picked out, Stephen Patrick, after your uncles. My brother, Patrick wasn’t happy that I didn’t ask him if I could use his name as your middle name. But then why did I need to ask.

Your dad was mad because he wanted Ben, Jr. Which was something that I wasn’t having when you came out I had your name all picked out and I said it after they said you were a boy.

You will always be my little boy and loved by many.