November 9, 2005: I got called out of my 7th grade lunch because my mom’s water had broken at school, and I was getting picked up by my parents to go to the hospital to get ready to meet my baby brother.
November 9, 2018: I went to the same cafeteria where I was called out of lunch 13 years before so I could take and eat CFA birthday lunch with that same boy who is now a 7th grader himself.
Wow. I know this is late, but Jansen, I didn’t forget your birthday post. While I still find it crazy that you’re 13, you keep reminding me just by how you live every day (and I don’t just mean your daily growth in height). You impress me and make me proud daily. You’re crazy smart and take complete responsibility on your own for your school work while making top notch grades. You’re a stud athlete who leads on and off the field/court (and kicks our whole family’s butt at golf); your hard work and how well you see and know things going on no matter what sport you’re playing or keeping up with continues to shock me. Your wit and humor keep us laughing and help me smile even if I’m down. What amazes me and makes me more proud of you than anything is the follower of Christ and caring person that you are. You are compassionate and sensitive to others and their needs, willing to serve wherever you can in any setting, and your steadfastness and obedience to Christ no matter where you are or who you’re with is so commendable. The way you help me alone whether it’s around the house or if we are out somewhere and I need it makes me tear up often talking to people about it. I know you don’t remember life with a physically healthy sister, and I hate that for you. However, the way you’ve just continued to take it in stride, caring for, helping me and handling much more than almost anyone realizes with a mature attitude amazes me daily. Despite the fact that you’re right at half of my age, you are one of my biggest inspirations and encouragements in life as well as one of my best friends. I love you, Jansen Mattox! I’m so thankful for the 13 years (and 9 days) I’ve been able to call you my little brother. P.S.You passed me up in height this year, but you’ll always be my little brother.