I have to remind myself that he’s not my 90 year old Grandpa. haha. Not really, but Jack can truly be a chip off the old block, with his looks, dress (Jack prefers long pants and button ups; it takes 20 minutes to convince him to try shorts these days), mannerisms (he’s got grandpa’s hand flip) and thoughtfulness (although that might come from his father as well).
I’m always amazed at Jack’s patience and kindness to his sisters. Food is truly a hot commodity around here and he’s always willing to share with the little one who’s hopping around, freaking out about where her food is. And if Jack is given a treat, he always has to make sure he gets two more to give away.
He’s such a little helper, empties the dishwasher like a champ every morning and works very hard in the garden with his Mimi. He harvests, then cleans, then spins, then bags up his produce, and then proudly holds his bag on the way home.
And my heart immediately fills whenever I look out the window and see him trekking around after Wes, picking up sticks in yard, mowing, spreading straw, you name it. I’ve probably already shared this but one of my favorite memories was going outside around 9:00 at night in November and asking Jack if he wanted to come inside for a bath but nope. He had to finish ‘help dad in the yard.’ I’m grateful for their relationship.
Jack literally has a heart of gold 90% of the time. And that other 10%…haha.. can be a bit loud. And so we work and teach and love watching him grow. I tell him how proud I am of him when he handles something well and literally watch him glow. And at night when I’m tucking him in, he’ll sometimes say, ‘mom, are you pwoud of me for…x,y,z.’ And I’ll tell him yes and he beams and my heart overflows that he is in my life.
Jackie boy. I tell you, ‘Mama loves you…’ and then you finish, ‘Daddy woves me, ev woves me, Ivy woves me, Jesus woves me, God woves me.’ Sometimes we go down the whole family tree of all the people who love you. We talk about all that love that is heaped on you and how we can love others. I pray you always know how loved you are, that God made you and he called you LOVED.
I love you Jackie. I made a book for you of all these pictures so if you doubt, all you have to do is look and see.
(Photos by the one and only Lisa Maksoudian).