Just got an email from my sister-in-law with all her recent photos of the tirdbag that is my nephew.
I've often wondered why my parents never call when Jackson is in town. It's because they are too busy posing for the camera.
My folks have chosen the names Pops and Ya-Ya. I call mine Big Momma and Big Daddy on my mom's side and Grammie and Popper on my dad's side.
Grammie (the queen of cinnamon buns) and Popper (the tomato farmer) have passed. Big Momma and Big Daddy are still hustling free coffee at the local fastfood joint every morning.
Recently, I asked Jackson if he might like to have a dog as a gift. He was receptive!