We made a very brief trip home to see family last night, and in the past 24+ hours, Henry has proven himself the perfect travel companion in miniature once again. Even with a cold that’s got him feeling pretty crummy, he’ll put a smile on for all of the grandparents, snuggle into the Pack ‘n Play overnight, and cozy up in his carseat for the drive to and fro with little more than a peep. What did we ever do to deserve him? Nothing, as far as I can tell. I just keep thanking God over and over for the gift he is to us. I am always amazed.
We’re still en route home, and while blogging from the car is made much lovelier by an iPhone app these days, it’s late, and the day has been long on many accounts. I snapped these two photos of Hank this morning, minutes apart, and find them a fitting representation of the days events–in some ways, surprisingly joyful, and in others, the kind of stuff that just makes you need your mama. We’re all hanging in there though. 100 some odd miles to go.
I hope to be able to reflect more on today at another juncture, but for now, I’m pining for bed from the passenger seat.
winding down to rockabye baby, U2 edition, and thankful for it,