Happy Half-Birthday to Henry

This morning, I woke up to a reminder, via Timehop, that today is Henry's half birthday.  One year ago, we were celebrating our sweet six-month-old.  At six months old, Henry was a rolling over pro (at least front to back), NOT a fan of baby cereal or bananas, sleeping through the night (except when he wasn't feeling well), he loved his toys (especially his musical turtle, his football, and of course his Mickey), playing in his exersaucer, on his play mats, and in his jumper, he liked books, lights, television...anything with lights and/or color.  Most of all, at six months old, Henry was a happy, smiley baby who brought joy to all who knew him.  He was happy whether he was snuggling with mom, playing with dad, hanging out at Grandma's, getting his picture taken at Grandpa's, or playing with his friends at Carrie's.


On this day last year, I never could have predicted how I would be spending this half birthday.  Instead of spending it with my 18-month-old, I spent a bit of it visiting my baby at the cemetery.  It was a beautiful afternoon...sunny, about 70 degrees, a light breeze.  I brought Henry's orange beach towel, and his favorite book.  I've never been a big cemetery visitor, so I felt a bit awkward as I spread out the towel and started to talk to the boys.  As I continued my conversation with them, though, it started to feel a bit more natural.  I read Henry's book (The Rattletrap Car...he loved the sounds the rattletrap car makes!) and spent a little time just chatting with both Henry and Brady. 

I enjoyed reading a book to my boys.  It felt natural...it's something I would be doing if they were here, and it's something I can do even though they are gone.  I've decided it's something I will continue to do.  I already have my next book picked out (I Need My Monster...how perfect!)  It will be something I can share with my boys...a way I can still be a mother and feel close to them.  I may not be able to snuggle them as I read, but I can share my love of books and some of my favorites with them.

Happy birthday, my sweet Henry.  I miss you today, and every day, but I know you are in a wonderful place, and that you have your older brother looking out for you.  We love you, monster!