Jackson was born on a beautiful Monday afternoon in Dallas, Texas to Lindsay and Ryan Markert. The world instantly got better, and the sun seemed brighter. For almost two years he was an only child and the absolute center of their universe. He became a big brother three times, to Brayden first, then Lyla and Landry, and finally, to Rowan. Being the oldest was something Jackson took a lot of pride in and something he never let his siblings forget! He coined the phrase “leader of the kids” and not a day went by without him leading them in some capacity. He was helpful and loving, especially when they were all in their baby stages, but he was also competitive and always pushed them to be better or try harder at whatever they were doing. He knew his role in the family was important and he took it seriously.
Jackson loved the outdoors, riding bikes, playing any sport, making up games with his siblings, shooting guns, driving the side by side. He was often trying to organize a wiffle ball game or running football routes with whoever was not worn out yet. Jackson was never the first one to go inside or get tired of playing. He wanted to get the most out of every single day. In school and in sports, he was always driven and determined to be the best version of himself. His standards were high, but he was always willing to put in the work to meet them. Jackson was blessed early on with a group of amazing friends. They were such a source of fun, fellowship, and healthy competition over the years. So many wonderful memories were made between church camps, sports, sleepovers, random hangouts, and birthday parties. Jackson loved music so much and played percussion. Late night recording sessions with his dad and brother made him happy. His mind for sports statistics was impressive, ever expanding and fueled by card collecting. He loved to plan movie nights or pick out a new board game to play as a family. He found so much joy in little things like his favorite snacks or planning future activities.
Jackson was incredibly smart and athletic, but his heart was the most special thing about him. He was so kind and so thoughtful, often talking about what his siblings would like or convincing one parent to buy something he picked out for the other. He was loyal and loving. He especially enjoyed showing his affection by joking around or making fun of your favorite sports team or player. But he had the best attitude when someone gave that teasing right back to him and usually just laughed his special laugh that took over his whole face in the best way.
Jackson accomplished many amazing things in school and in sports, but his parents are most proud that he publicly professed his faith and was baptized in November of 2018. Because of that special day, they know they will see him again and they are so thankful for the promise that he is running around in Heaven pain-free, in a brand-new body. Without a doubt, he is snuggling all the babies and rattling off all of the sports statistics he knows, while waiting his turn to bat or run a route. Certainly, he is wearing #11; his favorite number, because he said it meant #1, twice.
1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.