Jackson turns THREE...tomorrow!

Tonight, I put my two-year-old Jackson to bed for the last time. The next time I put him to bed, he'll be three years old and beginning the fourth year of his life. Jackson, my baby boy, who changed my  life forever when I found out I was pregnant with him and then when I felt him move for the first time and then again when I first saw his face. This must be impossible!

To Jackson - my very precocious, catch-phrase saying, insanely articulate, joke telling, toe-headed,  loud laughing, finger sucking, matching game professional, expert counter, and perfectionist, who loves slides and hates coloring, who has the sweetest voice and the most mischievous look in those eyes...

Happy Birthday! Mama loves you, little love! And that "cheese face." How could I not?

PS. Watch out for his throwing arm!