Little Man, Stud, Jack-Jack, Jacksy:
The years are flying. It doesn’t seem possible that you were
born FIVE YEARS AGO. Didn’t we just bring you home? Didn’t you just learn how
to walk and talk? Didn’t you just get
big enough for a real bike?
But the calendar doesn’t lie, so tomorrow you’re a whole
hand, whether it seems possible or not.
Love, you are so smart and eager to learn; you are a leader
who takes his role as big brother very seriously; and you articulate your fears
and feelings in such a way that blesses all of us.
I love spending time with you reading and “doing school.” I’m
not really sure how much you need me considering you’ve taught yourself to add
and subtract and you understand negative numbers, but you still let me read to
you and are captivated by good stories. I love playing basketball, baseball,
and golf with you. Thanks for understanding why our games are constantly being
paused or postponed for the needs of little sisters. You catch your own fish,
brush your own teeth, and can chat about everything from the Royals record to
the story of Easter. Your sense of humor is fantastic – your wit and powers of
negotiation are strong. There’s still a depth of understanding and an unmistakable
twinkle in your eye, and your giggles are still contagious. You ask questions
that challenge me and questions that I know bless the Lord. You can trash talk with the best of us.
You may be getting bigger, but you’re still my baby. I hope
it’s okay to remind you of that every now and then.
You are so loved, Jackson. Thanks for first making me “mom,”
and thanks for being willing to call me “every couple days” when you’re married
with a family of your own.
Happy 5 years, handsome.
Love, Mama
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