For every death, there is a new life

On September 12, 2010 my dad lost his battle with cancer. Seven weeks later I was pregnant with a little boy! It was a bittersweet feeling. I was ecstatic to know that I would be a mother, but sad to think that my dad would never meet him. When we found out it was a boy I immediately knew that I wanted to name him after my dad. My dad's name was John Harold and went by Jack. Jared and I decided to modernize the name Jack and name our baby boy Jackson. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think of my dad and I can't wait to tell Jackson about his pawpaw "Jack"!