Owen had his first school field trip yesterday. We went to the farm. It was perfect.
We planted a marigold in the greenhouse, we rode a tractor, and we patted llamas, goats and sheep.
We watched a sheep getting sheared, which was surprisingly not traumatizing.
I wish I had taken a picture of the utterly disgusted expression on a little girl's face when Owen scooped up a worm and let it slither through his fingers. There may have been trauma on her part (and, perhaps, the worm's as well).
Owen has a best friend at preschool. When it's time to go home, he says, "Bye-bye, Best Buddy!"
My little man. You are growing to be more beautiful than any marigold, any redwood, any green thing on this earth.