My sweet Owen turned two years old today, and Merritt turned 32 yesterday. So we've been having birthday cake and fun times at our house. Grandma and a few of Owen's cousins came over this morning for a birthday party. Age two means Owen is a BIG boy now, and not my baby anymore. It's crazy how fast the time has gone. We celebrated Owen's birthday with a BIG dinosaur party.
We painted tissue boxes to make dinosaur feet. We hunted for eggs filled with baby dinosaurs. We made dinosaurs with play dough. Then we had a dinosaur dig using the new sand and water table that Owen got for his birthday. And somewhere in the middle we had lunch, a dinosaur cake and ice-cream.
My mom commented that we played with all the messiest things: paint, sand, and play dough. So true. But it was worth it. The kids had a great time. And so did I. Happy birthday Owen! You have brought me so much joy these past two years. The thought of you growing up brings tears to my eyes. I know you can't be my baby forever, but what will I do when you're too big to sit on my lap?
I love the way you talk right now, trying to say so many new words. Your smile captivates me. You're smart and ambitious. You try to do everything, and keep trying until you get it. And you always do kind things for your brothers, even though you're small. I know you're exceptional. And it's my privilege to be your mother. I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love you and I always will!
