Jackson Neal Jorgensen.
You are 16 1/2 years old. You are 6'1". You are lean and sometimes mean. You are hard-working. You treat women very, very well. You are sensitive, emotional, passionate, and empathetic. You are smart. You love to game. You love to relax. You love date nights with mom, and never ever complain about spending your Friday nights with your mom and brothers. You also look forward to Saturday family days and never complain about those either.
You are clean and organized, except when you're not. You are forgiving. You are resilient. You are brave. You are independent. You know what you want, and you're pretty driven to get it. You choose good friends and when you realize they're not, you get out. You don't stay in.
You are never, ever mean to your mama. You treat your mama very well, just like all of your brothers do. When you bless the Sacrament, you do so with respect, humility, and a commitment to the Lord. When you pray, you pray like you are talking to your Father - because you are.
You are handsome and witty.
When you were born, I could not have been happier. You were so colicky and I didn't think you would ever sleep or stop crying. You love your sleep now. You used to love Baby Einstein, being outside, and being held. You loved seeing big trucks and busses pass by out the car windows. You loved your binky, and carried it with you to kindergarten in your pocket. I used to sing, "Jackson, Jackson Jorgensen. You are the bubba and I am the mom. You eat and sleep and cry a whole lot. Jackson, you're number one." You've been my bubba since the day you were born.
Let me tell you something, Jackson. You are a son of God. That is no small thing. You are a holder of His Priesthood. You are expected to honor it and act with integrity. Don't you quit. You keep walking. You keep trying. You've made a difference in so many lives, especially mine. You are more than enough. You're the star of your own life. He will enable you to accomplish the impossible.
Mommy loves you, Bubba.