I was just looking back at some of these pictures of you and reminded me how fast time flies. And what an absolute adorable little thing you were!
Owen, you are one of the kindest people I know. You are affectionate, empathetic, caring, hilarious, kind, sweet, loving and pretty hilarious to boot!
You always find the time to find out how things have been going for me.
-Mom, how was your run this morning? How many miles did you run?
-I meant to ask you how your meeting went.
-Did you have fun at the party you went to last night?
Every time, without a doubt when we talk to Dad on the phone when he is at work, you want do know what emergencies he has been on.
-Have you been to any fires?
-Have there been any car crashes?
-Did anyone have seizure today or need CPR?
Watching you grow, absorbing the world around you inquisitive and delighted to learn, I am reminded each day of the love you bring into my world. You are wiser than a 6 year old boy sometimes. You say some pretty amazing things that make your dad and I look at each other in shock.
You were beyond ready for Kindergarten, in every aspect. I still don't know weather it was the right move to hold you back or not, but I am not looking back. Having you home another year was a lot of fun for both of us. I'm pretty sure that until I got out of the car to walk you into school, that I was in denial that my Sweet O's was heading off to kindergarten. When I asked you last week how you were feeling about it, you told me you "were horrified." I really am not sure why you were so nervous about it. Don't get me wrong, its a HUGE deal, but you usually just roll with things and don't get anxious. As I went upstairs to say good morning to you and Eli, Eli told me you weren't feeling well. You were cuddled up in your blanket laying in bed. When I asked you if you had a case of the First Day of School Blues, you shook your head and melted into my arm. You seemed to shake it off and got ready for school. For whatever reason, you only wanted me to walk into school with you. I think it was less pressure if it was only me for some reason. When we got out of the car, I checked in with you and asked you how you were doing. You just looked at the ground. I asked you if you were nervous and you said yes and wiped away a little tear. You held my hand pretty darn tight walking into school. But you totally held it together. This picture pretty much sums up how you and Eli were both feeling. Eli was excited and ready and you were nervous and hesitant.
When we got to your classroom you handled it like a champ. We found your spot, you grabbed a crayon and started coloring. A kiss and a hug later and I was off. You had a great first day of kindergarten! I was so proud of you.
On our bike ride to school this morning I asked you how you felt about the second day and you just said "good!" You walked right in without looking back. I am so excited about this year for you, I think its going to be so great for you!
You are always the last to fall asleep these days and somehow always sneak a few more minutes with me and dad on the couch. You will try any food we ask you to, you really love playing with Eli, and with our neighbor friends, you love to swim, watch Full House, play Rocket League, Minecraft, soccer, and to fish. You are awesome on your skateboard and have gotten really brave on the go-kart in the few days we have had it. You ask a lot of questions and have a really funny sense of humor. You always search for treasured on the playground and your pockets are always full of what you find. You crack jokes all the time and sometimes make up bizarre stories you swore really happened (I have no idea where these things come from). You are the chattiest of your brothers and cherish one-on-one time a lot.
I am always in your corner Owen. Your loudest cheerleader, the proudest mom, and the one always crying because she knows how lucky and blessed she is.
I am just so dang proud to be your mom. I am proud of you, I love you and hope you have a wonderful 6th year of life! May you always enjoy the ride!
Love, Mom
