This morning when Jackson got up, at about 10:30, mind you, I sang Happy Birthday to him. He walked up to me still sleepy and warm and gave me a big hug and said “Happy Birthday to you, too.” 4 is going to be awesome, I can tell.
His party isn’t until next week, but he got a couple of little things to open on his actual day. Every time someone says they are going to go do something, wash clothes, take a nap, he says “Nu – uh. It’s my birthday.”
Happy Birthday little man! We love you!
