My JaCkSoN

Jack-a-lacka,

Yesterday you called me.

Missionary Mondays are legit the best days of the whole dang week, regardless of what other awesome stuff might be going on.

I SO look forward to seeing your face, hearing your laugh and listening to funny stories - like the one you told me this week about losing ping pong to your companion, whilst him using a hymn book.

You love your companion right now.

You guys are a good team.

You got very weepy while talking to me, reading our family blog.

I asked if you were homesick.
You said that you just needed to be reminded who you are sometimes, and Mama helps you to remember.

Oh, Bubba.

Mama will always help you and Brothers remember who you are.

I told you in that moment that you are a Son of God.

You are handsome AF according to all the ladies, funny as heck to everyone, smart as a whip to most of us, and just the kindest soul there is.

You have been mommy's right hand man since day one.

You used to LOVE going for stroller rides, playing in the courtyards of the apartment complexes, not taking naps - or ever sleeping really - , talking about trucks and busses and airplanes that you'd see out the windows...

You've always loved Lego's, movies, playing games, taking Mama on dates, and music.

You have a soft spot for widows and the elderly.

You would do whatever was asked of you, whenever it was asked of you.

You are a peacemaker. Always.

You have the softest, most sensitive heart.

You feel it all.

You love Chile.

You love the people there, even when you want to dislike them!

You love the country.

You love the language and you are SO fluent in it... have been since day one.

The people love you.

All of them love you.

We love you.

We miss you.

We just adore you.

We are so proud of you.