Happy Birthday, Jackson. You are a sweet boy and we love you dearly!
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.