A Boy Is Two. Our Boy. Our Joy.

I am exhausted. I am beyond tired. I say that and then I think about this day:

Two years ago today.

After a day and a night and another day and another night, our boy was born.

Owen is two today.

And I remember how tired we all were and how ecstatic and exhilarated and proud beyond measure of Lily and of Jason.

And what I can't remember is what life was like before Owen was born.

I've been going back and looking at pictures and I'm stunned. He's changed so much. From baby to boy and of course, he's changing every day.


He was one day old when those pictures were taken.

And since then, he's become such a part of our life and our love that I can't even imagine what it was like before he came.



Pearl and the chickens are in so many pictures I've taken of the boy.

He asked about her again the other day. Sweet old Pearl. She loved that boy. I truly think she stuck around far longer than she should have, just to help take care of him. She always did love a baby more than anything.

So many pictures. Pictures of Owen with everyone in the family. He has given us all more to love, has opened our hearts wider, made life sweeter.

He has made us laugh.

He has made us proud.



Last year on his birthday, he cried, finding himself the center of attention and did not want to eat his cake or wear his hat.

He probably won't want to wear a hat this year, but he may want his cake.
We shall see.

He has made us all so much more than we were.

He's made parents of his mama and daddy.

He's made fools of his grandparents.



He looks like this now:


He is our love, our joy, our boy.

He is two-years old today and this time next year, he'll have a brother or a sister and my god, I can't even imagine.

Happy birthday, Owen.

Happy Birth Day, Lily and Jason.

Owen is two. No wonder I'm exhausted. We're all exhausted. It's been a wonderful, crazy two years.

And thank goodness for nap time.

Thank goodness for love.