Orion the Hunter


happy birthday oey!

this is orion....
my handsome and amazing nephew and today he is 3 years old, making march 13 a very important day forever and ever. if you want to read about his awesome birth story go here.

and i just want to point out that he loves to brandish a sword, swords of all types:
knows just how to stash it:
his grandpa lowell even made him one out of wood:
and he's even been known to create makeshift swords out of plastic straws, shields out of cup lids:
cause he's crafty like that.

so he is really taking after his namesake, the constellation orion the hunter whose belt holds a sword consisting of the stars trapezium and the orion nebula.
sometimes i get the feeling this kid is so special and his magical presence so vital that he is gearing up for some unforseeable greatness. or maybe i'm just biased. but i think he is a gentle warrior in the making, the kind of real hero that our earth will need in the sometimes daunting future.

the big orion was formed over a million years ago and will last another 1-2 million years.
maybe this reflects oey's grand adventurous spirit full of light.






and i am so lucky to be his aunt and get to watch him glow.



sending huge bushels of love across the miles to our sweet and kissable oey!

Comments

Andrea said…
what a cutie he is!! being the cool aunt is fun, isn't it?
March 13, 2010 at 7:31 PM
Amy Beatty said…
I love love that rag muffin. Such great pictures Heather. You really captured his love for swords and the outdoors. Grandma Eileen loves to call him a "Fiery hunter" in her bold exaggerated grandma demanding way. He sure is. Orion is a lover. Matt was asking just today why Orion was different ( he is just now noticing). I babysat a little boy the other day who is just 2 months older than O and he was such a little man, grown up in actions and words. It was startling. Made me see how far behind Oey just might be but at the same time O is just so full of love for playing, the outdoors and imagining that I just can't get myself to worry or really care. But just be dang proud of my weird guy. Thanks for posting this love!! XOXOXOXO
March 13, 2010 at 8:31 PM
mattbeatty said…
He is a sweet little weirdo, but that helps us love him so! His energy is second to none (well, except maybe to Jarom).
March 14, 2010 at 8:38 PM
Aloha Soleil said…
Otanjoubi Omedetou little darling. The first photo is tops adorable :)
March 18, 2010 at 7:04 AM
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