I love how you play house with Harper one minute and Power Rangers the very next. You are all boy and big heart.
I love how you have made me learn about volcanic lava and space exploration and jet planes and bullet trains. Your constant questions challenge me to know more so that I might stop responding, "ask daddy."
I love that you often insist on putting yourself to bed. As much as it breaks my but-you-are-my-baby-boy heart, something swells inside of me every time you head down those steps insisting "I can put the blanket on all by myself."
I love that in your four years, there has never been one single day that I didn't think you are the most beautifully handsome boy I have ever seen.
I love your passion for drawing. You are going to send us into debt with all the paper you demand, but at least we'll have a home decorated in pictures of maps of Ohio state, teddy bears for baby Greta, water spouting from whales, and pipes under ground.
I love that you see certain blocks in your Duplo Lego set and instantly see an airplane cockpit.
I love that you obsessively build skyscrapers with those same blocks only to whack them down causing noise and mess to take over the room.
I love that each night you gather Hoot, Doggie, Teddy, Moosey, Frog Blankie, plus 2 pillows and 2 blankets to pile on your tiny bed for the night.
I love that in response to my nightly "I love you" you return the sentiment 5 times faster with the quickest iloveyoutoo as if you were a 12 year old boy afraid that his friends might overhear.
I love that one of the first full sentences you ever spoke was, "Mommy, I'm shy," and you continue to be overwhelmed by too much attention (you are your mother's son).
I love your dance moves (scratch that - you are your father's son).
Henry, I love you beyond words, and the day you entered this world I was forever made the happiest mom. And it keeps getting better and better.
Happy 4th Birthday.