If Jack were a person,
he’d be the sun on a lazy Sunday—
warm, gentle, a little sleepy.
His smile would be easy,
the kind that melts away worries.
Strong and athletic,
but soft and calm too,
never in a rush.
When he laughed,
it would fill the room
like sunlight through a window.
He’d make people feel safe—
warm hands, kind eyes,
a heart that listens.
He’d love food more than anything,
savoring eac...