Kaydon Trask Jorgensen.
You were born 13 1/2 years ago. You were six weeks early and you thought it'd be fun to turn around at 7 centimeters dilated and stick your foot down the birth canal, resulting in a C-section. Grandma Robb, who had passed away three years prior, handed you to me when the doctor pulled you out. Papa was there. He was singing to me. He saw Grandma. So did the nurse. It was a very, very special experience.
You tried to die quite.a.few.times for the first three and a half years of your life. It was not awesome. But we grew a very strong bond. You'd never know now that your body could not thrive for years. You are healthy and happy and strong and well. You are extremely creative. You have taught yourself ninja skills, that are pretty dang impressive. You learned to sew this year, and sewed an Easter Egg for Mama. You love to be outside. It's your element. It's where you get your frustrations out. In fact, when I asked you what drew you to learning ninja moves, you told me that you think about the kids at school who bully you and you take all of that anger and let it out in your moves. Impressive, Kaydon.
Even though you are the one who spends the most time with Colton, you have a real gift with him. More than you think you have. You make sure that he has what he needs, that he has activities to do, that he is played with. Last week, you said to me, "Mom, Jackson is going to be a great dad one day." I love that you find the good in your brothers and in me.
I love you, KK. You are the Buddha and I am the mom.