Hi All,
Jackson’s 8th birthday was August 29. We celebrated with a party today at the Sternberg Museum (Jackson’s favorite place). We invited his entire 2nd grade class, but we had lots of regrets on attendance due to the Labor Day weekend. This caused Jackson to complain to me, “Mom couldn’t you have waited a few more days to have me!!” I told him that I didn’t have much choice in the matter! Actually we had a good turnout even considering Labor Day weekend. Also attending were Grandma Long, Grandma and Grandpa Stanton, Uncle Dew, Aunt Amy, Aunt Leah, Briana, Daniel, Summer, Jessica, King and Henry.
I can’t believe that my baby boy is 8. I remember so vividly the day I found out I was pregnant. I remember looking at myself in the bathroom mirror in disbelief. I remember not being able to tell anybody for 24 hours because Andy was out of town and I wanted to tell him first. I remember how HORRIBLY sick I was during the pregnancy and how all I could keep down for the first five months were strawberries and popsicles. I remember the wonder and awe I felt the first time I felt him move in my stomach. I remember how HUGE I got and how miserable I was in the August heat. Strangly the memories of the painful (but routine) labor and delivery have faded, but I vividly remember Andy excitedly shoting, “It’s a boy!”. That boy has grown into an intelligent, handsome, loving, curious, funny, compassionate 8 year old. I can’t wait to see what he decides to do with his life.
Happy Birthday Jackson!



































































