To: Jackson :-) From: Momma

My sweet boy,


          In December of 2008, your daddy and I discovered we were having a baby. We were scared beyond belief, we did not know if we were ready for a new addition. We were perfectly happy with little Ozzie, and our somewhat simple life. A lot of things ran through our mind, but we knew our love was strong enough to take on this huge obstacle of a new life. On President's day 2009, January 19, we had our first baby doctor's appointment. I was so nervous I couldn't stand it, and your daddy was equally nervous, except I found that out after we left. I walked into the scariest, cleanest, and quietest room. My hands trembled, and my mouth quivered every question the doctor asked. I had no idea what was coming. He whipped out this instrument and said he was going to listen to your heartbeat. To me, at the point, that was not a big deal at all. Your daddy pulled a chair up behind my head, held my hand, and we heard the most amazing "thumping" noise ever. The doctor said he thought you were a boy, I looked back at your dad and his face was priceless. At that very moment I was in love with you. I loved everything about you, although I had never seen you. You were perfect to us. I knew WE could do this. No matter how hard it would be, we had eachother.

On July 29, 2009 at 6:57 p.m you graciously made your appearance. You weighed 6 lbs. 15.5 oz. and 21 inches long. You were pure perfection. With 33 people waiting for your arrival, you were loved the moment you entered this world. Daddy and I could've eaten you up! We were so proud of you, and couldn't wait to bring you home. You were born with tachyapnea and a heart murmur. Everyday I asked for prayers for you on facebook, we spent time with you in the NICU, and called every waking hour through the night. Through this, you got your name "Sweet baby J". You were given an IV and after one hour of having it, you pulled it out. Today, I know that was a sign of your personality. You are strong willed, and know what you want. :-)

A whole year has passed, and i'm thankful for you every. single. day. You wake up every morning with the sweetest smile on your face, and the wildest hair. You are the loudest child, and physically very strong. You are a daddy's boy, but love your momma. You hardly ever cry and love to eat. As much as I hate to admit this, you are very independant. I always wanted a "lap baby", who would love on me all day long, nope not you!! You love bath time, and swimming. Your face lights up when your daddy comes home from work. Your grand-parents are your world, and vice versa. I am more than thankful for them. You are spoiled rotten, and proud of it! Your aunts and uncle eat you up. I believe they are all going to get you in trouble. You ignore the word "NO". :-) You love to ride on anything, horse, car, four-wheeler, wagon, anything. You love your friends. You will play outside as long as momma can allow the heat. You love going to JuJu's. Ozzie is your buddy. You are on the go 24/7, and make me very tired. The list goes on and on.

More than anything, you are our baby. God created you perfectly, and no matter how much we weren't "ready" for you, I wouldn't take one thing back. You have made me the person I am today, and I strive everyday to be the Mom you will look up to, and be proud of. I am so proud God chose us to be your parents, and know we will do the best job we can. Everyday I look at you and I can't help but smile, your squinched up nose, and your little blue eyes, melt my heart. I love watching your daddy with you, and hearing him talk about you. I'm thankful I can kiss you goodnight everynight, and be there for each of your needs. You were given to us for a reason, and I know you have great things in your future. I have watched you go from a needy infant, to a very independant, one year old. Your first smile, bath, words, food, steps, and teeth, each made me more and more proud. I long for the day to see the number five plastered on everything you own, and to hear you argue with your dad at who is better at this, and faster at that. I can hardly wait to look out the window to see you perfecting all of your skills, high-fiving your dad for your homerun, and being proud of all of your accomplishments. I will watch proudly at each of these milestones, and forever be your cheerleader! You are my life, and know I will love you no matter what, and will always be here for you. I love you Jackson!



Happy First Birthday Sweet Baby,

Mom.