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Dear Henry,

I meant to write this on your first birthday, but we were  too busy taking you to McDonald’s, feeding you cake, bringing you to your grandparents’, and otherwise celebrating the very special boy that you are. We also took you on a fun stroller ride through Target to look at all the toys. You love being on the go, so it didn’t matter that we didn’t buy any of the toys we passed.

The birthday boy and the remains of a birthday cupcake

You are barely a baby anymore! You were walking by your first birthday, and now you are practically running everywhere! And those chubbalicious thighs are fast disappearing into strong toddler legs. You are an adventurous boy, and you love to explore: the backyard, kitchen cabinets, Papa’s desk (a big no!), and any new place we take you (Mamaw’s house is a wonderland of breakables!). You love dancing, playing the piano with Papa, going on multiple walks with me everyday, and swinging (your single greatest joy besides a McDonald’s cheeseburger).

Papa and the Birthday Boy (who was just awakened from his nap for the party!)

Some of your greater accomplishments of recent days include: saying “Puppy” or “Pup Pup,” which you say in a sweet, sing song voice and give Puppy great big hugs that make me envious! You have said “Papa” at least once, but you mostly jabber “da da” and “ma ma” whenever you want and not necessarily to get our attention. You used to say “All done!” when you were finished eating, but you decided to quit in favor of holding up your arms and yelling…hmmm.

Loving some birthday cupcake

If you could tell us, I think you would say that your single greatest accomplishment is patting your head when we ask you, “Henry, where is your baptism?” In fact, you are so proud of this accomplishment that you pat your head in Kroger, when you are in trouble, while swinging, or any other time you need a little affirmation. We remembered your baptism day on May 9th with a mini celebration that included a specially made prune cake- which you loved (and Papa didn’t touch).

Henry, you are a delight and a joy to us every single day. You are growing into a decisive, strong young boy. We pray with and for you every day, and we know that the Lord has good plans for you. I hope that you are able to look back as you grow older and never remember a time when you did not follow Jesus, even as you toddled around on your short chubby legs and fought the temptation to pull all the books off of  Papa’s bookshelves. We love you, our sweet firstborn son!




Crawling, pulling, pushing, standing, falling, reaching, grabbing…you name it, and he’s into it!

From the moment he’s awake, he is on the go. His favorite snack is Baby Mum Mums or Banana Puffs. His favorite book is a Peter Rabbit flap book, and it’s hilarious to watch him grab at pages in other books that don’t have flaps. His favorite toy is a talking dog that he got for Christmas. She sings and has a blinking red heart (sounds creepy in writing) and when she says “Hurray!” I am certain I have heard Henry copy the intonation on AT LEAST two separate occasions. He LOVES going on walks in the neighborhood, and he also enjoys a good car ride or trip to the store. He’s quite the people watcher, and once he’s caught someone’s attention, he is quite the flirt! He saves a special coy little smile just for girls.

He is learning how to sleep through the night (I know, we should have worked on this a long time ago), and he is making huge strides! He hates being still, so diaper changes and clothing changes need some attitude work and are among his least favorite activities. Basically, the boy likes freedom from all restraint! Ah…

We are loving all the “raw” potential we see in Henry’s very outspoken personality. It’s exciting and not a little scary to know that Faris and I are charged with training this little person up in the way he should go, so that when he is old he will not depart from it. We hope and pray that the Lord will use us to mold all of Henry’s raw potential into a courageous and godly man. But for now, we are working on not screaming in the high chair. Everyone has to start somewhere…