Look at you, I can't believe it. I blinked and you turned into a young man. Six years old! How could that be possible? I remember the day you were born with intricate detail; how could that have been so long ago? You were my cute little guinea pig, how I got my mommy legs. Thanks for helping me learn how to take care of you.
I have really enjoyed this past year with you. Especially your quest for knowledge. I have watched in awe as you have begun to read. I am amazed at your progress.
I love your questions. So many questions. Sometimes, I really have to think about what you're asking me. And sometimes, I still don't know the answer, like how wind energy is turned into electricity. I mean I get the basic idea, but how it it's stored and then put back out there, well, I just don't know. But with this, like the question about why chocolate is bad for dogs last week, you remind me that "you can check your Google, Mom."
I love how you care for people. You are so good at seeing needs and trying to meet them, especially for me and your sister--you are particularly sweet on the girls in your life. This morning you told me, "If Ella cries in the van, I'm going to give her my blanket." That just melts me, sweet boy. Occasionally you try to help your brother, and he doesn't always go along, but don't stop trying, okay? He may not realize it, but I think he appreciates you very much.
I love that you like to talk to everyone you meet. Your confidence and fearlessness is admirable. And not just talk to them, but tell them about your day and introduce your brother and sister even. You want to be known.
I appreciate your naivete, and I mean that in a good way. The world is a magical, wonderful place in your eyes; I hope you can hold on to that for as long as possible.
I love that you trust me. Like when I tell you that I'll bring a sack lunch to you at school. You know that I'm going to bring it; even if I'm running late, you go to the cafeteria and sit patiently for me instead of grabbing a tray. It's a lesson for all of us really.
I love how funny you are. You are so silly and tickly and are always looking for ways to make us laugh.
I love how you told Ms. S. at school that you were going to marry her when you grow up since she doesn't have a husband. See, you're always caring for people. You love completely and extravagantly.
I love you, Jackson. Daddy and I are so proud of you. Keep working and loving and laughing, and you will go far. ♦
