It was one of the sweetest moments in my life when we met Owen for the first time. They held him up, he cut the cord, they laid him across my chest. We were a family. I love my memories of when they first met. Paul's big hands and Owens tiny body. Paul would brush his finger across Owen's hand and Owen would grab on tight with all his might. I loved seeing their eyes meet and knowing it was the start of a sweet bond between father and son. Its hard to describe the moments that are etched in my mind from those first hours. I will always cherish these memories.
There is no one quite the same as daddy. He gives tender kiss, has big hands to hold you in, wrestles with you till you laugh so hard you get hiccups. Daddy is the best. You love when he gets home form work. When you hear the jingle of the keys at the door you get quiet and wait in excitement to see if it is daddy. Daddy is the funniest. You love to mimic the goofy faces, loud noises and most everything that daddy does. You love your daddy!
Owen can't say he loves you yet but you can tell how much he does when you look at these pictures. Happy Fathers Day! Love, Owen
