My sweet Jack Jack,
I don't even have the words for you. You have always been and still are my sweet, sweet boy. You melt me and get your way with me, it's definitely not fair! You are talking non-stop now, and the conversations you and I have are always so fun and silly. Just this morning you were picking out your clothes to wear and you were being so silly, giggling and laughing as I sat on your little toddler bed. You have millions of questions for me but one of the silliest things about you is that you copy what everyone else says, and sometimes I don't even think you realize you're doing it until I look at you and give you a silly look, and you melt into laughter. You LOVE Jesus and your favorite books is a children's version of Stations of the Cross- you call it "My Jesus Book" and you are always so concerned that they killed Jesus, but then turn the pages and say, "He comes back!" You play mass and altar server and I can't help but wonder what God has in store for your precious little soul. I hope you're always able to hear Him in your life, and always have the will and the strength to follow the path he has for you- THE perfect path for YOU. My sweet guy, my baby. I will cuddle you for as long as you let me, cover you in tickles and kisses and prayers and love.
|birthday present- a big boy bike|
I love you, Mr. Silly Boy, Uncle Meyer, Cinnamon Cocoa, and all those other silly nicknames you give yourself. Until you're done playing and you say, "No, I'm big boy, I'm three. I'm Jackson Paul." Yes, you are big boy, and we love you!