Henry Boy

This is my Henry boy. I never thought of anything being special about the fact that we call him "Henry boy", we just always have done ever since he was itty-bitty.

At lunch with Grampa before we came home from California, he heard me call my son "Henry boy" and he started to tear up. Apparently, my Grampa's gramma would call him "Henry boy" when he was a child.

I did notice that every time I called to my son, my Grampa perked up...it must have been a challenge for him to figure out who was being talked to, with two "Henry boy"s in the place!