I called Owen "bunk bunk." I have no idea why. Craig would always ask, "what is a bunk?" I'd say, "HE's a bunk." I'd sing it over and over, "he's a bunk, he's a bunk." Owen loved it. We had a mommy-son connection and he would go wherever I would go. I would carry him on my hip and would always think we were on a mission. Just me and him. I bought a journal and started writing a couple of entries, the words could not come fast enough. Owen was such a precious boy that when I was writing in the journal, I realized these are things I want our family and friends to hear too. I want everyone to know how special he was. I'll add more soon...