Jackie Jack turns five today. At 2:30 am.
I'm not a super sentimental kind of momma. I don't weep over old baby clothes (though I will admit my ovaries were barking when packing up his newborn cloth diapers last weekend for my pregnant cousin), and I don't get misty-eyed about the fact that my kid is not a little baby anymore.
Jack, by now, you know your momma isn't super "mom-ish", and I tend to call you "chicken" or "dude" more than sweet little pet names. But you also know that I love you more than anything on this earth. And I am so proud of the boy you are, the boy you are becoming, and the man you will become.
Love and kisses (even though you hate them),