There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
Ecclesiastes3:1-7
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Jack, you played your heart out - all year, every game.
So as you hang up your helmet, remember the memories, and prepare to move onto your next season, I want you to know I am so proud of you and love you so much. I thank God for choosing me to be your mom.
As for me, I'm sure going to miss seeing my #12 down on the football field.
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