somewhere in be-teen

This is Henry, wearing his favourite outfit, about to go do his favourite thing. He loves baseball with his whole heart, always watching, learning, spewing out stats and facts, and providing colour commentary during the games. He plays with passion, throwing his whole self into every game and cheering as hard as he pitches. Off the diamond, he's a good friend, reliable, fun, and funny, and has such a good band of buddies around him.

But as much as he is that fun, sporty, (almost) teenaged boy, he is a wise, philosophical old man. He's a good listener. Thoughtful. Analytical. Careful. He thinks things through. He writes notes of encouragement that reveal sincere depth and love. He knows his faults and will apologize and correct himself. He keeps scraps of paper in his lunch bag and on his night stand, reminding himself to pray. 

When Henry borrows our phones, one thing is for certain: he will take picture of the inside of his mouth. But when Henry sends a text, you will receive one of two things: either endless lines of random emojis OR sweet words so insightful and helpful you can't believe an (almost) teenaged boy even considered them. So somewhere in between a fun kid and a wise man, here he is. Henry Francis. He is so awesome. 

We love you, Henry. Happy Birthday Eve.