My Jackson Ryan is 4 and 1/2 years old. One of my pet peeves is the moms who lament over their children growing up. Yes, at times it feels like it's going by very quickly. But good gosh, at other times it feels like the slowest process that ever took place. =) Jackson is a sweet boy. I enjoy him so much and love the conversations that we have. Sometimes I find myself missing the chubby toddler he was. I find myself wishing that he'd wrap those chubby arms around me once more and say in garbled speech, "I wuv you, Mommy." again. But instead, he wraps his arms that have begun to grow slender around me and says very articulately, "I love you more than anyone. Except Jesus. I love Him the most." We have the funniest conversations on a daily basis. He's constantly trying to understand the world and wants me to be the one who explains it all to him.
I love my Jackson Ryan.