Owen is 1/3 of the way to 18.
Today he turned 6. I read on a blog a few years back about a guy whose son turned 6 and it hit him that his son was a third of the way done with his time at home.
Granted, there are children who live at home past 18, and Owen may be one of them. But if he trends like his dad....18 it will be.
It sobers me to realize that that time is already past. I pray that we have used those 6 years to God's benefit and that Owen has been taught with that Truth that he needs whenever he does venture out on his own.
But, for this time, he is still under our roof.
And we will continue to enjoy the sweet package that he is.
Owen, who's soft heart causes him to tear up easily. Those feelings are hurt so easily. Oh, son, I understand it well.
Owen, who often thinks of others and wanted a chocolate birthday cake with chocolate frosting because that is what he knows his grandma would like.
Owen, in whom we are already seeing whispers of the Spirit, as he shares his thoughts and feelings about his relationship with Jesus.
But there is a whole lot of rowdy boy in there, too. Ninja, race car driver, construction worker, LEGO builder, pilot.
Owen, we love to see how you are growing and learning and turning into the young man of God that He desires you to be.
Happy 6th Birthday, Owen! We love you!
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Whenever I had a 2 year old, I had a newborn.
But now, Owen is in Kindergarten, Hannah heads to preschool for a few hours three days a week, and I get this goober all by herself for a few precious hours.
Madeline is so snugly, often she brings me her blanket and just wants to cuddle up with me on the couch.
She loves to color...almost TOO much.
We have had couches, coffee tables, floors, walls, windows, and people colored on by this little Picasso.
I also think Madeline's vocabulary is much farther along than either of her siblings were at this age - attribute that to all the bigger people she has around her all the time.
She has the hardest time staying in bed, and we go through this little battle nightly. We were having her recite her memory verses the other day and one that she said was "Children obey your parents.....Stay in bed!" Hmmmmm, well we know that she knows what to do, it's just doing it that's the problem...
I don't like to do too many posts that are just all about the kids, but for some reason I have had this dancing around in my head for a few weeks.
Maybe it's because I know these days are fleeting.
She won't be 2 forever.
She won't always want to cuddle with me (that just got me choked up).
She won't always say those words so cutely, mispronouncing and butchering words to try to get her point across.
So for today I will snuggle her, and breathe in her sweet scent of her hair, and read her just one more book. I'll enjoy her sweet giggle and the sound of her little feet padding across the kitchen floor.
Because we know this life is but a vapor, and it's going by quickly. But God gives us these glimpses of heaven through His little children to remind us Who, and what, we are working for. To make this journey a bit more bearable until we finally make it home.