And when I ask that question, I don't mean how did he get to be three so quickly, what I mean is- he's only been here for three years? On this earth? In our lives?
When I had my first child, I realized that in some way, in some realm, it seemed as if he had always, always been here. Yes, of course I could remember the time before when he wasn't, but, somehow, once I'd met him, I realized that in some way, he had always been here. Just not palpable, perhaps, but still, very much a part of my universe. And I am not a woo-woo person. It just surely felt that way.
And then did again when each of my babies were born and now, I have the same feeling about Owen and his brother Gibson, too.
Yes, their physical presence is relatively new, but their spirits- well. Let's just say that I recognized them immediately at their births.
Three years ago today. There they were. The brand new family. Don't Lily and Jason look like, "Yep, he's here! Our Owen is finally here!"?
So now, of course, I've just been going through old pictures and my god, the child has been such a happy and beautiful little soul for his entire life.
Every stage of it. I could put one million pictures in here because that's how many I have. Not so many lately because he's learned to hate the camera. But occasionally he will still pose. Mostly with his brother.
He's so gorgeous, that grandson of mine and he's brought us so much joy. Not just his mama and his daddy but his Mer-Mer and his Boppy, of course. He snatched our hearts out and kept them in his pocket from his first breath.
And of course, his uncle and aunties all adore him. In fact, Owen's entire life has been about being adored.
And I think that has a lot to do with the kind of person he is which is a wild, loving person. A curious and demanding and sweet and funny and glorious kind of person.
Yesterday he told his mama that he loves Baby and that he does not want her to put him back in her belly but that we should keep him always.
We feel the same about Owen.
We shall keep him always and he shall keep us. He and his brother both are the latest and most tangible of the heartstrings which bind us all together because in adoring them, we adore each other and we see the love in ever more visible ways.
Happy Birthday, Owen Curtis Hartmann. You are three years old. As impossible as that seems, it is the truth.
You are loved. You are beloved. You are our destiny, our fate, and our joy.
Happy, happy birthday. We'll see you tonight.