Dad's Little Guy

Owen really loves me. He loves his mom probably as much, if not more, and MM, and maybe even JoJo a little. But Owen gets real excited when I'm home, and Bobbins and Aunt Katie swear he was out-of-sorts while I was gone for a week on a business trip. The other morning he gave me the best hug when I picked him up out of his crib. It was a real act of tenderness, a choice to give affection, not a happenstance pressing of bodies.

This pic is at Costco the other day. I mentioned a couple posts ago about getting old. You can see some gray hairs popping on the side in this shot, as well as my healthy crow's feet. At least I've got some good arm muscles.