Dearest, Darling Henry,
Your first birthday has passed and I think by the time you can read this, you'll know that though I have the greatest intentions, my attention to detail and deadlines leaves something to be desired. That I'm just writing this now and that we celebrated your birth with a completely un-themed, un-decorated, un-photographed family dinner (four days after your birthday) is no indication of how much we adore you.
Henry, you are everything to our family. I can't imagine life without you. You are chubby and sweet. You have an underbite and the most charming bottom two teeth that form the most wonderful, cheesy grin. We all love to make you laugh; there is nothing more satisfying. You are tenderhearted and get your feelings hurt deeply, but love to snuggle and be comforted. You love to explore, but always come back to safety or to snuggle. You will back your little self right up to us and just recline for a few minutes. You're quick to crawl over and lay your head down on anybody's back, arm, leg or whatever is accessible. You like to have your head rubbed and sometimes rub it on inanimate objects.
There has never been a boy in all the world who loved his daddy like you love yours. I think Heavenly Father knew that in this crazy, busy time of getting a new business off the ground your dad would need you. You find him, you crawl to him, you snuggle with him, you laugh at him, you beg to be held by him. You wave me away when he's around and sometimes tell me "no!" We were at a family dinner at Nana and Bapoo's house the other day. Dad walked in and we all heard you shriek from the corner "Daaaaaaad!" You light up when you hear his voice and would be happy in his arms forever. It melts my heart and makes me so happy to watch. Daddy can't get enough of you and to say he is flattered and adores you is an understatement. If he comes home late to find you asleep, he is nearly devastated and has been known to get you out of bed for a good cuddle.
It's so wonderful for me as a mom to have two big kids who love to tote you around and make you laugh. You rarely cry in the car (or anytime) because you have two entertainers keeping you happy. They work so hard to make you happy. They rejoice at every new trick you come up with and can't stop talking about you. In short, you are the family mascot. You adore everyone, but lucky for me, I'm the one you snuggle with at night. I just really love having you snuggled up under my arm. Sometimes I'm disappointed when you don't need me at night and sleep peacefully in your crib-I just love being with you so much.
You have a peaceful spirit that is all your own and so desperately needed among the chaos of our family. You are calming and so sweet. When anyone is having a bad day, they look for Henry (this includes grandparents, aunts and uncles.) You're grandpas and great-grandpa call you John Henry. Everyone else calls you Henry, Hen or Henny, except Stella who sometimes forgets and calls you Henry John. It's ok though, because she makes up songs for you and we can forgive a little mix up.
You make us laugh by talking through your nose and chatting away with the inflection of your voice always asking questions. You are just starting to try standing and haven't yet considered walking. We are very ok with that. You'd think that we'd be bored of all the tricks, having seen them twice before, but every roll and crawl, every drawer opened and basket emptied delights us to no end. We love watching you learn. We love watching you grow. You are a dream and we love you so completely.
Love,
Mom
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