I Love Jack

I loved Jack since before he was even in my womb. I loved the thought of who he would be. Twelve years later, I love him with a fierce love that only mothers know. Jack is simple, a young man of few words and no guile. Jack is sweet. No one would know that he is sweet. No one hears him being sweet, but me. I have to coerce a kiss from him. But, that only happens when no one else is in the room, and there is not even the possibility of someone walking in the room. It goes something like this. His lips quickly brush my cheek. Then I say, "Jack! That is not a kiss! Where's the smack?" Then he gives it another try, barely making the smack of the lips. I give him a look. Then he is always successful on the third attempt. I think he secretly wants to kiss my cheek 3 times.


Jack at his sweetest. I couldn't resist.


Then Chaos Moxie came in the room. And, well, Jack loves Moxie