Jackson, coming and sitting in my room just to chat and hang and shoot the breeze (or whatever it is teenagers say nowadays)...
Mostly, he talks about his mission and being prepared and getting appointments made and getting money set...
He also talks about me and making sure I'm okay and making sure brothers will be okay...
He doesn't talk much about girls anymore...
Or music...
Or dumb things he and his friends have been up to...
He doesn't talk much about things he wants to buy or do anymore...
He just talks about his mission and college and his career and his future...
I feel like I've worked so hard to raise my boys to be independent, responsible, compassionate, and full of integrity and now I'm seeing that all come to pass. He is wise FAR beyond his years. He is responsible beyond anything I have ever taught him. He is kind, compassionate, patient, level-headed, and full of the Spirit. He is my bubba. He is going to do amazing things.
Oh, the places you'll go, Jacks. I love you more than words.
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