Big Time Cutie

Henry is full of life. He is full of energy and spunk, and he requires from me energy and spunk. This has been one of those hidden blessing, at just the right time. Because he is full of life, I also must be full of life. I cannot stay in my bed curled up in a ball crying -- I must live! 

Though he has been a bit of a rascal in the last few months, he has also been incredibly cute here very recently. I started calling him, "Pumpkin Pie," and he loves it. When I call him that, it makes me treat him with softness, and cuddly love. He has started acting more sweet and precious too; there has been a noticeable change in his demeanor. He still takes life head-on with full gusto, but I can talk to him now, and he will sometimes respond to my pleadings. 

Henry has one more doctor visit this week -- an ultrasound to check out his kidneys and a follow-up appointment -- and then he should be golden, and good to go into the future without troubles. It will be nice to have that all taken care of. Between the two of us we have spent a lot of time at the doctor's office here lately. It would be nice to move on from that. 

I am so grateful to still have a cuddle-bug. Sometimes I just need someone to hold and snuggle, and Henry is always willing if I will rub his hair or his back. I just love to smooch his little checks. 

Henry was Charles' idea. One night Charles decided we ought to have another baby, and Henry is the outcome of that decision. Sometimes I can feel Charles laughing at me when Henry is keeping me on my toes all day. There is so much of Charles in him, so much of that zest for living. When I miss Charles, I do not have to look too far to find pieces of him all around me. 

Here is my Henry... my Big Time Cutie.