The photo above was taken by his Aunt Michelle about an hour after his birth. Now, at two weeks old, Owen is fine and healthy. So is his mother. I'm so proud of his mom and dad, the kind of home they've made for their son, and the kind of parents they're already proving to be.
I realize that this event officially makes me a great-grandmother, and as old as that sounds when I say it, I can't think of any new title I'd be happier to hold.
I think my daughter Kelli feels the same way about becoming a grandmother. If her feet ever touch the ground again, I'll ask her, just to be sure.
(Thanks, Michelle and Kelli, for the use of your photos.)