Henry is easy to love.

I, Henry's mom, love Henry and find him easy to love because he:

eats (even when I try to feed him nasty homemade rice cereal that looks more like cottage cheese)

sleeps (even when we're being selfish and try to hold him all night long)

and laughs (even when we're not that funny).

I hear some babies don't do that, and for Henry's diligent attention to these details, I thank him.

Profusely.

(Because I hear they're not like this forever.)