Yesterday, Jackson was helping me wash the walls. We got to the place on the wall where we have been marking Jackson's height for past few years to see how he's grown. I got a little misty-eyed and told him it made me sad to clean it off because I can't believe how long this has been our home and how big he's gotten while we've lived here.
This morning, Jackson appeared at my bedside at 7am and said "I need a pencil and I can't find one." I told him where to look and went back to sleep. 30 minutes later I came out of my room and Jackson handed me this paper. He told me it was a present he made for me. That he has copied down all the height markings from the wall so that we could take them to Dallas with us.
I love my sweet Jackson.
4 comments:
You are raising one incredibly thoughtful, compassionate young man. I'm proud to know both of you.
That is one of the sweetest things ever! I'm sad you're moving!
How adorably thoughtful! He is such a sweet boy. Good luck in Texas!
Jamie that made me tear up! What a sweet boy.
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