Our Boyo, Muddyboy himself, turns twenty today. He is no longer a teenager and I think this may be the first birthday he's celebrated away from us.
He was a gorgeous, sturdy baby.
(Yes, that sailor suit was hand knit by me.)
Once he learned how to walk, he could walk in anything.
I mean it.
He has grown from a cute little boy...
...To a devilishly handsome young man.
A man who wears handknits.
Holy Crap! My baby is a MAN!!!
'Scuse me while I go have a good cry.
HAPPY TWENTIETH BIRTHDAY, OWEN!
WE MISS YOU!!!