Henry’s new favorite activity is to go through my wallet. He loves to pull out every card, piece of paper, receipt, reminder, coin, etc and examine it.

Unfortunately, he likes to explore them with his teeth + mouth.  I silently cringe and remind myself that he is building up his immunity, even if I’m not completely bought into the idea of germ exposure as a protective measure.

As he sits there with his short, little crossed legs, I think to myself, “I could not be any happier than I am in this moment, looking at his sweet face, watching him explore and learn.” He is constantly filling me with a heartbreaking amount of love and warmth that is so sweet, it’s painful.

He is my one and only.  He’s recently received the nickname of Prince Henry, which seems very fitting as I’m his mere servant.  And in all honesty, I would not have it any other way.  If I have to miss dinner dates and fun activities with friends because he’s not feeling well or if his naps run long and we miss the class I prepaid for when booking a month in advance, I shrug my shoulders and say, “whatever makes him happy.”