When Justin and Hailey Bieber announced they were expecting a baby, fans were thrilled. The couple, who have been married for almost six years, are now parents to a baby boy.
They have now revealed the baby’s name, which shows they are continuing a sweet family tradition.
Justin and Hailey shared the news of their baby boy’s arrival on social media. The couple got married in September 2018. In May of this year, they announced they were expecting their first child together.
After announcing the pregnancy, Hailey kept her fans updated and shared how her pregnancy was going.
The couple announced their baby’s name on social media with a caption that said, “WELCOME HOME JACK BLUES BIEBER .” The proud dad, Justin, was excited to share the news of his son’s arrival and his name with everyone.
By revealing the name, Justin showed that they are keeping a family tradition. The baby’s initials, ‘JB,’ are the same as his dad’s and grandfather’s.
It’s well-known that Justin Bieber has the initials ‘JB,’ and his dad does too, since his name is Jeremy Bieber. Justin’s younger siblings also share the same initials, with his sister named Jazmyn Bieber and his brother named Jaxon Bieber.
Interestingly, Justin’s dad, Jeremy, also has the middle name Jack.
Although the couple hasn’t shared a picture of their baby’s face yet, they did post a picture showing the baby’s foot. In the picture, you can also see Hailey’s hand and a fuzzy blanket next to the baby’s foot.
Many of the couple’s celebrity friends were excited to see them become parents. Khloé Kardashian commented, “Jack Blues!!!!!! Congratulations!!!!! I love this tiny foot so so much.”
Hailey’s close friend, Kylie Jenner, also wrote, “I can’t handle this little foot, JACK BLUES.”
I sent daily letters to my son from a nursing home and heard nothing back, until a stranger arrived to take me home
After my son Tyler persuaded me to move into a nursing home, I began writing him daily letters to express how much I missed him. Despite my efforts, he never replied. Then one day, a stranger came to take me home.
When I turned 81, I was diagnosed with osteoporosis, which made it difficult for me to move around without help. This made it hard for Tyler and his wife, Macy, to care for me, so they decided I should go to a nursing home. Tyler told me they couldn’t care for me because of their busy lives and insisted the house I had lived in was too large for just me.
I was heartbroken as I realized their decision was less about my care and more about wanting my house for themselves. That night, I wondered what I had done wrong. I thought I had raised a good son, but his actions felt like a betrayal. Despite my pleas, Tyler and Macy took me to a nearby nursing home, promising to visit often. I hoped that moving there might not be so bad since they would come to see me. Little did I know, Tyler was just trying to get rid of me.
Days turned into years in the nursing home. Although the staff was kind and I enjoyed chatting with other residents, I longed for my family. Without a phone or tablet, I wrote daily letters to Tyler, asking him to visit or update me, but I never received a reply.
After two long years, I lost hope that anyone would come. Each night, I prayed to return home, but I tried not to get my hopes up. One day, however, my nurse told me a man was at the desk asking for me. Excitedly, I grabbed my walker, thinking it might be Tyler.
To my surprise, the man waiting for me was someone I hadn’t seen in years. It was Ron, a childhood friend of Tyler’s who had once lived with us. He greeted me warmly and explained that he had just returned from Europe. When I told him about my situation, he looked concerned and asked me to sit down.
Ron shared that Tyler and Macy had tragically died in a house fire the previous year. He had found their house abandoned and discovered my unread letters in the mailbox. Hearing about Tyler’s death filled me with conflicting emotions; despite my anger towards him, I felt heartbroken.
Ron stayed by my side as I cried, comforting me as I mourned my son and daughter-in-law. He reminded me of how I had taken him in as a child when he was in need. Unlike Tyler, Ron had grown up poor and had lost his parents, but I had treated him like my own. Ron then offered to take me home with him. I couldn’t believe it. My own son had sent me away, and now here was Ron, who wanted to care for me. Gratefully, I accepted his offer.
That night, Ron helped me pack my belongings and took me to his new home. He had a loving family who welcomed me with open arms. In those final years, I found happiness surrounded by people who truly cared for me.
It’s important to respect your elders and recognize their sacrifices. Tyler failed to appreciate all I had done for him and chose convenience over care. Family isn’t solely defined by blood; Ron, despite not being related, remembered my kindness and chose to repay it by taking me in and caring for me.
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