A visit from Henry

Henry doesn't visit me often in my dreams. I think there have only been one or two since he passed that I remember. Last night, he visited again. 

We were on vacation, I'm not sure exactly where but it was somewhere by an ocean. We got all settled in to our rental house, and Tim and I went back out to get the rest of our luggage. When I opened the back passenger door, I found Henry laying on the floor, with his pacifier and a nearly-empty bottle next to him. We had left him laying there the entire time we were settling in to the house! I immediately scooped him up and hugged him tight. On the way in to the house, I stopped so Henry could see the ocean. His face lit up as he saw the waves crashing in. I grabbed my phone to take a selfie, to capture the joy on his face. From there we went inside, and I took him into our room to get him cleaned up. I pulled the necessary items from the diaper bag...diaper, wipes, but I couldn't find diaper cream. I was worried that he had been stuck in a dirty diaper too long and it might have irritated his skin! I searched and searched, but couldn't find it, so I went ahead and changed him without any cream.

It's funny how the emotions of dreams stick with you long after you wake up. I still feel the panic of realizing we had forgotten Henry, the peace and joy as I saw the glow on Henry's face, and the desire to make sure he was okay.

I feel like this was Henry reassuring me that I will never forget him, and that he is safe and happy. He knew I was having a bit of a rough time lately, and chose his moment to visit to show me that not only is he okay, but that I will be okay as well. My baby continues to take care of and inspire me.