Owen Scott

I am about a week late in blogging about why Owen Scott is my favorite son.  This means that Cael has been my favorite for two weeks, a fact that will not be lost on him, I'm sure.  Ahhh, well.  Life just gets away from me sometimes.

I have shared before that I prayed for another son for two years before I became pregnant with Owen.  And yes, I did pray for a son.  I love my boys!!  And as with my other boys, I wanted our new baby to have a meaningful name.  Owen means young warrior.   Owen's middle name, Scott,  is my dad's name.

From the time Owen was born, he was my most easy going  child.  He never cried or fussed.  When he became two he was never terrible. Never trying at three.  Never ferocious at four.  He goes with the flow.  Still the this day, there is little complaining that comes from my little Owie.  If I ask him to do something, for the most part, he just does it.

Owen after a "tubing" accident this year.

But make no mistake.  Owen is full of personality.  I have often described Owie as our big ball of joy.  He is rambunctious and his laughter is contagious.  He is my one child who is always in the moment.  He is not thinking about what happened this morning or worrying about what will happen this afternoon.  I wish that I could learn from my son the trick to being fully present.  I think this is what our Lord was describing when he described the abundant life!

Owen is also innocent.  I know he is only six, but he possesses an innocence that my other children didn't at this age.  Maybe it's more of a childlike faith.  He believes what people say to him.  He believes IN people.  And most importantly, He believes  in Jesus.  We often catch him talking to God in his room.  And Owen falls asleep every night listening to a recording of my husband's latest sermon.  (I know there are some good jokes that could be inserted here about my husband, but I will refrain).  Also Owen wants to be a pastor in a Spanish speaking country when he grows up.

Owen and Toren on our recent camping trip.

Owen is a love bug.  He told me that if dad ever breaks up with me, and he doesn't want him to, but if he ever does then Owen will marry me.  But I will have to wait until he is older, he said, because it would be weird to be married at six years old.   Besides loving me, and his dad (which is why he listens to his dads sermons every night), Owen L-O-V-E-S his brothers.  He begs to sleep with his big brothers every night and he spends his mornings trying to play with his little brother.  I say try because sometimes our two year old can be quite ornery with Owen, but Owen doesn't mind.   He is too busy enjoying the moment to worry about holding grudges.

Owen is just about the cutest little thing ever.  He has horrendous fashion sense which I find absurdly funny.  He never, and I do mean never, puts his shoes on the right feet.  He has only one volume- LOUD!!  And he eats his vegetable without complaining which everyone knows is the way to a mom's heart.  I truly cannot imagine my life without Owie.  He brings so much joy into our world!