I Love the Way

I love the way...

Henry plays with his toys as I pat him and sing to him in bed at night.

he laughs when he plays with his sisters.

his skin feels against mine.

he smiles the 'how do my teeth look' grin at me after brushing his teeth.

he jumps into the bean bags in the living room.

he asks to see his friends from school.

he attaches to people.

he buries his head in my neck when he's shy.

he trusts.

he plays.

he dances.

he runs.

he smiles.

he pretends to hide under his blankets.

he reminds us to put on his mask.

he sings along to his tv show jingles.

he loves trucks of all types.

he gets excited to see the mail truck everyday.

he loves to say good bye.

he enjoys driving truckie so very much.

he shows the sign for 'I love you' with both hands at me and we match fingers.

his wisps of hair remind me of what he's been through.

he is so brave.

he looks so calm and peaceful at night when sleeping.

his breathing sounds in the dark.

he takes cars to bed.

he's so polite.

his cheek feels on my lips when I kiss him goodnight.

he is living life right now, every single second of the day.

his skin smells.

he feels in my arms when I hold him.

he cries when he's hurt.

he loves firetrucks.

he furrows his brow.

he likes to show me everything that he does by calling, 'Hey Daddy'.

he shares.

he copies my mannerisms, "isn't that clever?"

reverse psychology seems to always work with him.

he looks in his mommy's arms.

he talks in the morning.

he gives himself his medicines.

he learns so quickly.

he uses such big words and then asks what they mean.

he is so relaxed and happy right now.

I love the way he's Henry.