Happy Birthday to my baby boy, Jack Powell!
I joke that having Ella killed me and having Jack brought me back to life. Although he’s the one killing me now (Terrible Twos started about six months early), he has inspired me and pushed me in ways I never expected. Something about him coming into our family motivated me to follow some long dormant dreams and be my most creative self. He is so loving (when he wants to be), protective of his sister, and curious about the world around him– at least, that’s what I tell myself when he decides to chase after bees.
He is a fun, determined, and slightly mischievous little boy and we couldn’t imagine life without him.