Well, Owen is still awake. Today he is five years old, and he has consumed a LOT of sugar. He's here, sitting next to me as I write. This time five years ago, I was just getting wheeled into my hospital room three hours after delivering Owen. Jason had ordered us both a pizza... well, he had ordered a pizza and I ate most of it. And I wonder where my sons get their appetites, but in my defense, it had been 24 hours since my last meal, and I was used to eating my 6 squares a day.
Where did those five years go? It certainly doesn't feel like five years since Owen has come into our lives. I suppose the fact that he has two younger brothers has also made the time pass more quickly, but still, he's been here for half a decade. In five more months, he'll be entering kindergarten. He's writing his name. He's writing my name. He is currently obsessed with dinosaurs. He just named ten of them and lined them up on the dining room table. Did I mention that he also cleared the dinner table tonight at his grandparents' house? Of course that MIGHT be because he knew that cake would be coming next, but still, there are lots of perks to being five.
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