Every time we've had to pick a baby name, it's been hard. What a huge decision! I think, out of all three names, though, we had the hardest time choosing your name, Owen. I loved the sound of it. It was beautiful and sweet, just like I knew you'd be. For all the right reasons, though, your Daddy loves choosing biblical names. He really likes names with really strong, prophetic meanings.Even though your name wasn't from the Bible, though, I don't think it could have fit you more perfectly.
Owen - Distinguished. Pleasant to look upon.
At the time, it seemed like a shallow choice - good looking. It turns out [just like we'd suspected], though, that you're that and SO much more.
The scripture that goes with your name is 2 Samuel 23:4.
And he shall be like the light of the morning when the sun rises,
a morning without clouds,
like the brightness after rain
that brings the tender grass from the earth.
a morning without clouds,
like the brightness after rain
that brings the tender grass from the earth.
I don't know how many times I've had to stop, laugh and appreciate just how much you affect people.
This morning, you helped me run some errands. We had to go to Sam's Club to get a few things. You really like that store, in particular, because you can always hear the beeping of the forklifts. You call them "trucks" and desperately want to see them in action. We usually can't find them, as they're working in some off-limits area, but today was your lucky day. We got to stop and watch a forklift at work. Your mouth hung open as you watched in amazement. You could have stood there, in our basket, and watched all day long. [Actually, probably not. I wouldn't have been surprised if you'd asked to climb right up into the driver's seat.] Anyways, we were able to watch for a minute, but then the driver stopped so we could go on our way. I told him that we'd wait, because you really enjoyed watching, but we ended up needing to move because we were in the way. As we walked by, you held up your hand in a wave and hollered [at the top of your lungs], "Bye, Truck Guy!" He heard you and stopped his work so he could return your wave, with a big smile on his face. That wasn't enough for you, though. You had to continue to wave and holler your goodbyes until we were at the other end of the store - a very, very large store. In your special, Owen-way, you made his day.
You do this over and over again and it blesses me almost as much as it blesses the people around you. I pray that you will always be my morning without clouds.
This morning, you helped me run some errands. We had to go to Sam's Club to get a few things. You really like that store, in particular, because you can always hear the beeping of the forklifts. You call them "trucks" and desperately want to see them in action. We usually can't find them, as they're working in some off-limits area, but today was your lucky day. We got to stop and watch a forklift at work. Your mouth hung open as you watched in amazement. You could have stood there, in our basket, and watched all day long. [Actually, probably not. I wouldn't have been surprised if you'd asked to climb right up into the driver's seat.] Anyways, we were able to watch for a minute, but then the driver stopped so we could go on our way. I told him that we'd wait, because you really enjoyed watching, but we ended up needing to move because we were in the way. As we walked by, you held up your hand in a wave and hollered [at the top of your lungs], "Bye, Truck Guy!" He heard you and stopped his work so he could return your wave, with a big smile on his face. That wasn't enough for you, though. You had to continue to wave and holler your goodbyes until we were at the other end of the store - a very, very large store. In your special, Owen-way, you made his day.
You do this over and over again and it blesses me almost as much as it blesses the people around you. I pray that you will always be my morning without clouds.
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