Owen Is One

It's official! Owen is one! One year old today.
No way.
And yet- it's true.
He has been with us for 365 days and in those days he has gone from nursing/sleeping/peeing/pooping infant to smiling, walking, running SUPER SMART BOY with a full set of teeth and the ability to understand everything you say to him.
He's going to be cracking jokes before the end of the week. I have a feeling. He's THAT smart. And funny.
So today's his birthday and his mama and daddy are pitching him a big old monkey-themed birthday party. I think Lily's been planning this party since about last, oh, October.
I can't wait.

But. That's not until five this afternoon.
Right now I'm about to go to town to be in another little film of Mr. FC Rabbath's. In this one I play a therapist. Psychologist. Whatever.
I get to play!!!!
(Thanks, Freddie, for letting me play.)

I swear- a year ago, I had no idea what my life was about to become, how things would change. And isn't that the way of it?
Today- a chance to play AND my first grandson's first birthday.
Tomorrow- Lily's birthday and I'm going to keep Owen overnight for the first time.
Tuesday- We take Owen to his year-old check-up and, oh, I'll probably sleep half the day AND it's Billy's birthday.
Wednesday- Back to the hospital with Kathleen.

And that's just the next four days.

Well. I better get busy.

Happy Birthday, Owen Hartmann! I can't wait to see you, Mr. One-Year-Old! I will kiss your one year old face with 365 kisses and hold you so tight.
It's a good day.
It's an amazing life.

And the world keeps on rolling along.