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),