Owen

All of a sudden Owen is on his feet for real and going everywhere. He hurls himself across the floor, stumbling and regaining his balance and losing it again and regaining it again. My kitchen floor is so tilty that when he walks across it, he looks at me as if I had either done something to gravity or put something in his bottle and he is not happy about it and he is bewildered.

He has bumps and scrapes everywhere. He is earning his title of BOY. He is running to catch up with the planet as it spins. He is throwing himself into my arms and laughing with the sheer delight of movement and walking upright.
He is throwing himself into my heart.
Over and over and over again.