Happy Birthday, Jackson. You are a sweet boy and we love you dearly!
It seems like yesterday, I was holding you in my arms and you were smiling sweetly at me.
These days, you love playdough and sharpie markers. You think my purse is your personal stash of “cool stuff” and I find various chapsticks, my keys, driver’s license, and whatever else stored away for you to find later.
You love to snuggle (which I love <3). You have an infectious laugh and can pout like a world champion.
At two, you were still such a baby. Now, I’m beginning to see you as a little boy.