And then there were three...

{March 14, 2001}

You were not due for a few days yet, but when I woke up bright and early on that Sunday morning, I knew this was the day.  I packed everyones bags, and had them lined up ready to go.  I headed downstairs to finish up the last of the laundry, when my water broke.  We called Grandma and Grandpa, and then called the doctor.   Luckily our favorite doctor was on call.  She said come on in, and yes, you have plenty of time to take a shower first.  Grandma and Grandpa came over.  Grandpa would stay with the girls, and Grandma would go to the hospital with us.   

After pitocin, an epidural, and a few pushes, you were here! 

Owen, the minute you were born, you stole my heart.  You carry it with you where ever you go.

Painful as it may be to have my heart walking around outside my body, it is a joy being your Mom.

You've brought more to our family than we could ever have imagined.

You bring beauty, sweetness, strength,

and all things boy.

You take love and harassment equally in stride.

As you turn 7, I hope you know how much you are loved.

I hope you know how excited we are to see what the future holds for you.

Happy 7th birthday Owen!