Paul...my baby!

I was 8 when Paul was born. I wanted to have a sister desperatly, but didn't have that honor. Instead, I have three georgous brothers. I forgave Paul instantly for not being a girl and adopted him as my own. He was a cranky baby and my mom struggled with him. I didn't appreciate that until now...with 4 of my own. My mom would feed Paul and then put him into bed with me so that I could get him to sleep. He would run to me when he stubbed his toe or when he was disiplined by my parents. He's not a baby anymore....but I still love him the same. Love you, babe.

 

Brown family grandkids 2010

Can you say "ALL GIRLS?"

...good news, Erica and Dean are having a boy in March!