Seven years ago my doctor said, I'm on call Wednesday, you can have the baby then. And my little St. Patrick's Day miracle was born!
Justin is a sweet, sweet boy and a creative spirit. To celebrate his own birthday, he composed a poem titled "The Night Before St. Patrick's Day." Here he is introducing the poem:
Here he is reciting it:
Happy 7th Birthday, Justin. We love you.
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