On the edge of the teenage years.
On the edge of middle school.
And while he's found those "big kid" activities to keep him busy, he still finds time to do those things that some might refer to as " little kid" things.
Water fights at the lake...
One of my favorite things about Owen is his sense of humor. It's dry and understated and sometimes even sneaky. He says some hilarious things that you can tell he's put a lot of thought into, but they just flow out effortlessly.
While I cannot imagine my little boy being a teenager, it's coming. I get one year of Owen being twelve and then he'll be on his way. There will be girls and cars and curfews and college applications. Right now, though, I'm holding onto my thoughtful, quiet, kind, funny boy. Growing up, I was always envious of my friends who had big brothers. They had a built-in protector, someone who would always be in their corner, and someone to show them the way. I feel very blessed that my kids get to grow up with Owen watching over them.
I am excited for Owen's future-to see what he will become and how he will guide his siblings. His enjoyment of the outdoors is rare in kids these days, but that's where he most enjoys being. He loves exploring, and visiting new places, and learning new things, and getting dirty, and think those qualities are going to shape him into a wonderful young man.
Happy birthday, O. Mama loves you.