About Henry

At the time I am writing this, my son, Henry, is four-and-a-half. Henry has always been a sweet, cautious, sensitive, and - if I say so myself - extraordinarily bright little boy. He recently completed his first year of preschool, which was a period of enormous change for him. When I talked with him last summer about his impending enrollment in school, he assured me there was no way he was going. Over the course of the school year, however, his teacher reported that he really opened up. I, too, have seen his confidence grow: now he likes to play with other kids, instead of watching from the sidelines, and he usually responds with enthusiam when adults ask him a question, instead of hiding behind my legs. Of course, he still tells me that he is going to live with me and daddy forever...that sounds okay to me. Henry is concerned about the people around him. He is very helpful with his little sister, Lanie, and he calls his cousin, Isaac, his "pal," even though Ike is more than three years younger. Henry's advanced vocabulary is a bit of a mystery: I have never heard such sophisticated words come out of such a little mouth and I'm not quite sure how he manages to remember them, much less use them in the correct context. I could go on and on about my beautiful, special boy, but I'll just end my noting the thing that really makes my heart just ache with love for him - his amazing smile.