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Baby Henry is a little guy, slowly but surely adding ounces to his tally, but still, he’s adorably small. I met him at his house where fur siblings Rhea and Lola joined his mom and dad to welcome him home. Welcome is a word I keep coming back to when I think about Henry and his family. It is written large on a banner in the living room and card upon card sit by the stairs, each and every one announcing the joy of his family and friends in welcoming him home. I felt welcome, too, with little licks by the pups and the smell of fresh flowers on table after table, and finally by Henry himself who snuggled deep into his mama’s arm or in the crook of Rhea’s leg. Henry is a baby for whom his mom and dad waited a long time to welcome into the world and I think these pictures speak to the sense of longing and hope they no doubt felt for so long. He’s tiny and fragile and needs everything they can give him and from their point of view he’s welcome to it all. Every single bit.