Dear Jackson: The Letter.
Dear Jackson: I am typing this – your “official” ten-month letter — on a plane from DFW to LGA. You turned seven months old and we suddenly became the jet-setting Wilcox’s. I did not...
Read moreDear Jackson: I am typing this – your “official” ten-month letter — on a plane from DFW to LGA. You turned seven months old and we suddenly became the jet-setting Wilcox’s. I did not...
Read moreDear James and Jackson: Mom, when did I start sleeping through the night? Well, I think it was about five weeks … either you started sleeping through the night, or I did. This was a conversation between...
Read moreDear James and Jackson: What a year 2013 was. We welcomed you into the world and our lives (and our sleep patterns) haven’t been the same since. Since I last wrote to you, we had a Christmas celebration at...
Read moreDear James and Jackson: I cannot believe you’ve been here for three months. Three months. It seems like just yesterday and a lifetime ago. You are both more than twice the size you were when you were born....
Read moreDear James and Jackson: It’s the eve of Thanksgiving and the first night of Hanukkah. James you are drinking a bottle in the living room, and Jackson, you are playing on your new piano mat. Both of you have...
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