Jackson, Jack, Jackers, Wilcox, Wilcoxen,
You annoyer of sister, and grabber of glasses. Producer of odors and quite noxious gasses
our source of wailing and moaning at four in the morning.
Of eating and belching, and broccoli throwing.
No walking or talking, "hey mom! where you going?"
You empty the dishes and climb up the stairs. but you seem quite unable of growing some hairs.
Your stoic and tough. Even with blood on your stuff.
You laugh and smile. You destroy moms clothes pile.
Your focused and bright. I think thats all right.
But you smile and you play, and you always make my day!
Happy birthday for you, and your dad loves you to.
6 comments:
philly your the best!!
what a cute post! I love it, Happy Birthday Jackson!
awww phil-lala that was a real giggler. now I want to kiss his bald little head.
oh I agree with Emily except I want to squeeze his cheeks!!
What a cute dad you are. That was great.
Happy Birthday Jackson we love you.
Very nicely said. We wish Jack a happy birthday too!!!
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