Friday, July 17, 2015

FOUR.

Henry turned four this week. FOUR.


I do and I don't know where the time has gone. I blinked and here we are with four candles on a cake. 

I remember rocking him as a squishy little newborn, in complete wonder. How are you here? How did we make you? How are you possible?

And now my questions have turned to: When did you turn into your own person? How did develop this amazing personality? And still... Just how are you possible?

Every time someone compliments Henry, I say thank you. I made him after all, so I can take the credit, right? But this truth is, some of the very best parts of Henry, are things I can take no responsibility for. He's his own self. And that's amazing. 

He continues to blow me away: with his observations, his empathy, his vocabulary, his sense of humor.

It's so confusing because just like I do and I don't know where the time has gone, I also can and can't wait to watch him grow up. I want to hang on to this little boy with everything I have, but I equally can't wait to see the man he becomes.

Love you, Henry. To infinity and beyond.

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