This photos is striking for me.
It represents that moment that every mother has when she thinks: when did my baby become a not-so-little boy? Owen’s expression, his calm happiness, the way he is responding to me, his mom… all of it is so special to me.
Then I noticed the shape that is in the rock directly above Owen’s head. I did not even know it was there until I posted this photo.
This makes the picture completely accurate.
This is the guy who determined my most important role. This is the one for whom I willingly gave up life as I knew it. This is the kind, sweet, wonderful little boy who makes me choose to embrace motherhood.
I simply adore him. I cannot snuggle, hug, smooch or hold him enough. With all of our difficulties, I believe that Owen knows just how much he is loved. He’s my guy. My beautiful, wonderful, spectacular son.
He is a cutie-pie. And I agree completely with the combination of denial and thrill at watching your kid grow up. And I love the heart in the rock