Jackson and I have "a song." I didn't know for sure that we had a song until I heard the intro to Old MacDonald in the background, and he came running for me. He grabbed onto my legs, and then reached up to me clenching and unclenching his fists. That's his sign for "pick me up!" So I did. I picked him up and started our dance which involves lots of twirling, dips, and tango moves. It's a sight to see since I only dance in front of other people when heavily intoxicated.
Jackson brings out a singer, dancer, artist, and actress in me. Not a good one, by ANY means, but a little bit of an extrovert peers out of me when I am with him. He laughs at all the silly things - singing off key, mocking the kitty meows, making up songs with his daddy, belting them out at the top of our lungs, and just laughing. For every chuckle I make, he belly laughs until it hurts. There is nothing better than hearing a baby laugh.
