When I grow little, I want to be Jack. I want to be Jack in Utah. In Utah, Jack is worshipped. Family comes to pay homage to this little sprite and he soaks it up.
I want to be the Jack that has aunts and uncles competing for The Favorite spot.
I want to be the Jack that gets to have two sleepovers two nights in a row, both including treats and movies.
I want to be the Jack that drinks yummy Winder Dairy chocolate milk all day.
I want to be the Jack that gets taken for quad rides with his grandma.
I want to be the Jack that sits in solitude in the front yard with a bag of rice cakes.
I want to be the Jack that eats breakfast on the backyard lawn in a Pull-Up.
I want to be the Jack that is too busy having too much fun to notice that the weather in getting increasingly colder and the mountains just had their first dusting of snow.
First of all me, then husband, son one, son two and brand new daughter one. Happily loving aforementioned husband, raising our babies and spending way too much time in the kitchen.
2 comments:
sounds like things are going good ... at least on the jack front. how fun to be around so much family!!
Jodi, I do have the bombest family.
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