Believe it or not, Jaxson turned 12. He is no longer in primary, but a deacon. It’s crazy for me to think about. I still remember the day he was born, not breathing, with a huge head. And how fat he got in the first couple months, leading to his nick name of “Bubba”. He is a joy in our family, one of the smartest kids I know, and the best big brother to the little girls that I could ever hope for. Love you Jax. For his birthday we went to Jack and Jill’s, had pizza, and played a couple rounds of lazer tag. It was super fun, and hardly any work for the mom, so what more could you ask for?
