I’m may be biased, but any baby Henry is automatically adorable and magical in my book (my son’s name is Henry so naturally I can’t get enough of this little Henry too). Coming into your home in the delicate dreamscape of the exhausting first days and months of your newborn’s life is such a privilege for me! It takes me right back to the days after having my son, when I was so exhausted I didn’t remember opening Christmas gifts, let alone what I got. I remember feeling so enamored and bewildered with my first, feeling the pure joy of life and the love and beauty that we are all born with. I felt like a powerful magical being to boot. I remember going to the grocery store for the first time thinking “none of these people have any idea of the big thing I just did, and the magic I just brought into the world”. I try to remind myself of this time frequently, because sometimes we all need a reminder of the automatic beauty and magic we were born with.
Take a look at this adorable nugget.
