To my Jay

March 27, 2008 - 2:10am 6lbs 8oz ❤️ I wished for you for a long time. My heart was bursting as you made your way into this world. We thought we were so ready for you. We had all the clothes, gadgets, baby contraptions and tools that we needed to make sure you had all that you wanted. But you didn’t need any of that, you just needed us. Our family of 3 was now the four of us. An 8 year old brother who was so proud to have that role, a dad who melted at the sight of you and a mom who loved you before you were even conceived. You completed me.



You are my baby Jay. You always have been and always will be. You bring so much Joy to my life. You are smart, whitty, persistent, inquisitive, brave and strong. Those last two are traits that you have had to lean on these past few years. I have gotten a lot of my strength from you, in ways you wouldn’t even know. Your smile, and sarcasm are my favorite parts of you. Or when you show me something you have done and you get this proud look on your face. You know just how to bat your eyes to get what you want too and I am a sucker for it every time.

As I watch you grow, finishing 5th grade, with middle school just a few months away. I am reminded that my Baby Jay is going to be a young man in the blink of an eye. I am holding on to the snuggles, and the kisses that I still get. Or when you put your arm around my neck and grab a lock of hair, just like you did when you were so little. You will be out the door before I know it, and I am going to cherish these years before you become an adult more than ever. You are my last, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Happy 11th Birthday Jerry Lyn Thompson III aka, Jay, Jay bug, jaybligga, J3



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