In our family, the tradition on St. Patrick’s Day is a big family Irish-style meal of corned beef, cabbage, and soda bread. Afterwards we spend the night watching basketball and taking turns farting on one another. Jackson and I are really good at this. Really good.

We gave Jackson a cute bowtie and green boller cap this year. Looking at these pictures, it reminds me of how great a time we all had. When I tell someone Jackson’s story for the first time, both they and I are filled with sorrow and sadness. But that is not how life is playing out, as these and all of our pictures can attest. He is happy, we are happy, and who could ask for more.