Henry-ism

Yesterday Henry finally realized his lifelong buddy Rocco was no longer in his pen. He simply asked “where’s Rocco” to which I replied “he was old and he died.” I’ll spare you the “how did he die” and the “where is his body” part of the conversation but after a very thoughtful moment Henry asked “so Rocco is in heaven?” and I answered “yes” because I like to think that my favorite pets will be there waiting for me and because the discussion of whether animals do go to heaven or not might be a little too deep for a five-year-old. After my affirmation, Henry thought some more and then asked “what is Heavenly Father doing with him?” I wasn’t sure what he meant so I asked him “what do you mean?” and Henry simply answered “do you think Heavenly Father is riding him?”

I love Henry. I love that he is a loving little boy. He has his less positive moments like every other child but I love to hear him call me and say that he needs love (his way of asking for a hug) and at the end of the day what he does best is love; He loves people, he loves animals and he loves things and places. And we love him!