Things We've Done Today

I have no idea why, but Owen feels compelled to kiss and hug the Buddha.

Hanging from a roost in the chicken coop.

Feeding chickens. He's got good technique to get every last bit of scratch out of that can.


Owen's Mama and Daddy are coming back today and I think part of me is really sad. It's just been so damn sweet having him here. And it's so familiar in my bones and muscles and heart, the ways to tend a child. And honestly, this child is so good-natured. I am not saying he's never a scamp and that he doesn't grab things he shouldn't, that he doesn't run away from me when he's not happy about the direction we're going as to activities, that he's perfect in any way.
Except that he is.
He's perfect in every one of his Owen-Ways.

When he woke up at six this morning he cried and wailed for his mama. For about a minute. And then he threw himself across my body and I held him and patted him and he fell back asleep. I knew he was truly awake when he woke up and said, "Hey!" And then the day began and so it goes and it's odd to think that tomorrow morning he won't be here.
But good.
He'll be back with his mama and his daddy whom he loves the best.
But it's so nice to know that he's happy here, that Bop and I can take care of him.
That all the things they say about being a grandparent are true.