From the letter, "Whoever would have imagined in their wildest dreams or nightmares that we would bury one son and bring another home all in a short week." To Eric, you are my rock, and at the same time a soft place that I can cuddle into when I need someone stronger, you are the love of my life, my best friend, and a leading example of greatness. I love you.
Father and Son, dressed alike.
Someday, Owen will catch up in size and I won't get the suprise and confusion when I tell people his age, and then have to launch into his whole life story to try and explain why he is "so tiny"! I'm not mad about it, I am proud of him for being such a fighter, I feel like I am bragging when I tell his harrowing story of survival. Everyday he is getting bigger and stronger. His progress is truly astonishing to someone as humbly normal as me. I love to watch him grab at things or process in his mind how he is going to get what he wants. He is so determined. True to his gender, you can read every emotion in split seconds as they dance across his face. I love it. I cannot wait until he gets a little more mobile and has even more emotional development.
On June 19th Ian Adair (Eric's cousin on his Mother's side) married Maggie Peterson. It was a beautiful Catholic wedding. Everything was amazing, I was really impressed with all of the details. It was really nice to get to spend some time with them after the wedding as well. Here are a few pictures. You can't see very well, but Owen has on a tuxedo onsie, because "He's formal, but he's here to party."
The Bride and Groom
Happy belated Fathers's Day! (I'm just catching up on my blogs).
ReplyDeleteOwen looks like such a stud.