J is for “Jack”
He’s the only one who calls me on my bullshit (husband J just ignores it and walks away). He sees through my double standards. He’s not afraid of me. He tells me the truth, even if I don’t want to hear it, from “oh mama, your face hurts” to “well, I had a red light day in school today”. He draws me pictures of spring and writes me notes that say “I love April. I love you mom”. When he has a nightmare and crawls in to bed with us he hugs me and whispers “You’re my favorite mama”. He uses the word “actually” quite a bit and correctly. His favorite color is pink and he doesn’t care if you think it’s not a color for boys. He thinks he’s right about everything.