Each night before going to bed, Jackson and I would admire the Christmas tree and select our favorite ornament for the day.
Sometimes he would pick the same ornament each night, sometimes he was partial to the ones that featured photos of himself, and sometimes there would be much walking around the tree to find just the right one.
One night, we were curled up on the couch while trying to pick that day's ornament when Jackson turned to me and said:
Mama, do you know what my favorite ornament is?
Does this kid have my number or what?