Florida

I don't know why I was so nervous to take Henry to Florida...I was scared he'd be fussy on the plane (even though rarely was he ever fussy)...I was scared he'd be anxious around so many new people (even though he LOVED people)...I was afraid he wouldn't sleep well or eat well (even though at three months he was already a great sleeper and eater)...I was afraid it would be a hassle to haul all his stuff (even though I had Tim and my dad drove some of the big stuff down for us).  Thankfully, making the trip was more important than all of my worries!

And those worries were just silly.  Henry was a fabulous traveler.  I mean, let's be honest, Henry was really just a fabulous baby.  On the plane he snuggled happily and slept or watched whatever we were watching on the iPad, and even when he blew out his diaper on takeoff he just chilled and let me change him...on my lap...in the cramped window seat.  Once we got to Florida, he was content to be held by anyone and everyone.  Tim and I could leave him at the house with someone and go get coffee, and he was fine.  At the wedding reception there were times we lost sight of him (knowing, of course, that he was still in the venue) and he didn't mind a bit.  He LOVED swimming in the pool and the Gulf (both of which were bath water warm), and he napped happily on the beach.

I am forever grateful that we did things with Henry...whether a trip to Florida, a visit to the pumpkin patch, or just taking a walk with the dog (you know, back when we weren't crazy and only had ONE dog) or snuggling for a snooze.  It wasn't ever a chore to have Henry with us...in fact, we rarely did anything WITHOUT him.  I know had he grown older, there would have been more times that we would have done things without him.  But for his short life, he knew love and happiness, and that is something I will never regret.

Because...this...sweet perfection... <3