It is strange to think that a year ago Owen was merely a musing. A "perhaps we should . . ." but yet at the same time we were quite satisfied with the four we had been blessed with. We decided to step out in faith and let God have the final say. What if we hadn't? Certainly God can always override our best-laid plans, but what if we had been unwilling to open ourselves to the possibility? Would we have missed the blessing of having Owen and getting to know and love this little boy? And missed out we would have . . .
Owen is such a sweetie. As I write he is being serenaded by his sisters to the tune of "Dance, Dance Turtle" (a Veggie Tale silly song) while a stuffed duck dances around him. He watches quite patiently. He sports a receding hairline, but I do believe there is a fine layer of blonde fuzz getting ready to fill in the empty spots. He rewards us with his smiles and gurgly coos, and as Jackson proclaimed this morning, "Owen is the bestest baby on the whole earth!" He is special to each of us and brings so much joy to our family. I'm so glad we opened our hearts to the possibility of him.
Tomorrow we're off to the doctor to find out his "stats." ;o) I'm pretty sure he's now somewhere in the 12-13 lb. range--lots more softness and squishiness to snuggle with. ;o)
pretending and getting real
3 months ago