Owen is 9 already.
My little man is not so little anymore.
He
still daydreams about fire trucks and he still covers the living room
with blankets while building his forts but he does not sleep with the
light on anymore and he gets ready by himself, choosing his own outfit
and taking care of his hair.
Sometimes I can see a glimpse of the man
he'll grow up to be in the tenderness he shows his little sisters when
they stretch his patience or in the way he helps Wolf when he falls
down.
All my children have their strengths... their "special powers".
Owen's is definitely his ability to care for others. His kindness and
attention. He is the perfect big brother and he embraces his role whole
heartedly.
I'm so proud of him and of what he has became and if I do
feel a sting of pain for seeing him grow up so fast I must also admit
that I can't wait to meet the grown-up version of him.
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