Jackson Neal Jorgensen. My first born. Oh, how I love you. You were a colicky baby and cried A LOT. You hated the car. A LOT. You always had tummy aches, but you loved being held. You liked the swing. You liked the front carrier. You liked your nana and your papa. You liked the stroller...sometimes. You have those blue eyes that go on forever. You are so sensitive to everything. Your relationship with Heavenly Father is noteworthy. You are so close to those on the other side of the veil. You are smart, organized, neat, and tidy. You have always felt like you needed to be an adult because for most of your life, you've been the "man of the house." You feel like you need to take care of things that mom can't. You are a good, loyal, loving, caring friend. You love your friends so much. You are an amazing brother, grandson, nephew, and son. You take your Priesthood duties seriously. You love your little sister, Brooklyn. You always will. And, she loves you. You love Goober. And, you always will. He loves you too. You have been hurt so many times, but you get back up and you learn and you love.
I cannot imagine my life without you. I know that you were handpicked for me, and I for you. You are going to continue to do amazing things in this life, Bubba. You are so amazing in every way. I am so proud of you and I love you more than you'll ever know.