On the day of my sister's wedding Jackson was not the perfect, outgoing ring bearer that I had hoped he would be. As a matter of fact, right before walking down that aisle, the groom's sister comes to me and says, "Malia, can you talk to Jackson to reassure him that you are still here?" I go out of our little hiding spot and sure enough Jackson's little chin is just quivering. I talked to him a bit and promised him all kinds of things if he did really good.
After all was said and done, we had to walk out the front door and around the church to the fellowship hall. Well, Jackson just starts balling and saying something that I can't even understand. I ask him to repeat himself, but I still can't understand him. Finally I get down to his level in my orange dress and gold sparkling shoes and I said, "Jackson, what in the world is wrong with you?" Jackson says, "Isje thelwo youneco sooelle praeujwe!" I thought he was saying something about the prayer.
"What?! Jackson, stop crying, I can't understand you. I need to figure out what is wrong so I can help you."
Frustrated, he tells me a little bit louder, "I'm crying because you just look so PRETTY!"
Lord, you know how much I needed to hear that. As one of the biggest of the girls there it is hard to think you look pretty, but to my precious baby, I am always the prettiest.
I love you Jackson!
Malia
