The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of...

Owen Joseph

My sweet, sweet boy.

You're growing so fast,

and becoming such a little person.

When you're not
frantically-telling-me-what-needs-to-be-told-right-now,

you're running and jumping
all over the place!

And yet,

there are moments like this,

when you steal away into your

own

little

world.

And it's delightful to watch you.

I love you so much.

Keep building,

creating,

and

just

being

you!

Love, love, love...

Your Momma