This past Monday, Henry turned THREE, and I finally have time to sit and reflect on the enormity of that fact. It's hard to believe that he was once as tiny as his baby brother and didn't talk or run around or say "NO!" :) It's funny, the toddler years. So much of what they are learning/achieving/experimenting is thoroughly enjoyable and there is a LOT of laughter involved. However, as all my mommy friends know, there are those times when you have to lock yourselves in a room withOUT your "precious" toddler to keep your sanity. How is it that they forget their vocabulary when they are upset?
Oh, but he is also such a joy! Curious, smart, funny, caring, observant, such a good big brother, experimental... Henry's new mantra - I can do it myself. Eeek. He keeps us on our toes for sure!
Every night when we go in to check on him as he's sleeping, I am overwhelmed by the love I have for my big boy. Even in those tough toddler situations, there are the moments afterwards when I am holding Henry to me and there is no doubt in my mind that I was made to be his mother. To love someone so much is a gift...and one Jim and I treasure more than life itself.
Happy Birthday Henry! We love you!