Dear Jackson,
You adore your Daddy and I.
You think we are the coolest thing since..
disposable diapers.
But one day..
You will realize
You are way cooler than us.
And that's OK.
But no matter how cool you are
I expect you to give us hugs and kisses.
and to say you love us in public.
Because I am not cool.
I don't claim to be.
I will make a very uncool fuss,
if you don't.
Because I love you,
and you will always be my baby.
(cue the Mariah Carey music)
Love,
The uncoolness known as your parents
you have to save this and give it to him when he's 13. better yet, 16. or when, and if, he plays football, and you tell him you WILL run on the field screaming "my baby" if he gets hurt! well, I actually had to promise NOT to do that and follow through on the promise when one of my babies got a concussion, but that's a different story! Happy Birthday to both of you; after all, Kara, you did the work ... Jackson just wonderfully and blessedly (word?!?!) showed up!
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