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Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Boy.

My beautiful little BIG angel and oldest son, Henry, turns the big FOUR today. I thought that I'd honour the little bugger with a trip down memory lane while we prepare for the birthday bash of the millennium!
















































































Happy birthday Henry, you handsome devil!

Comments

Sue said…
Happy Birthday sweet Henry! It is an honour and a privilege to watch you grow up here on Dad's blog. Looking forward to seeing you grow up over the decades ahead!
Love you beautiful boy. xoxox
- from your family in Melbourne.
Dina said…
Seeing these photos in sequence makes me realize what a great job you have been doing of documenting a life, Chris. It has been wonderful watching Henry and Ezra grow.
Mazal tov to the proud parents.
Happy birthday beautiful beautiful Henry Boy!!
{S.T.U.F.F.} said…
Happy Birthday to You ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪♫•*¨* ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ Happy Birthday to You ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪♫•*¨*¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪Happy Birthday !! Happy Birthday!♪♫•*¨*•.♪♫•*¨*¸¸ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪Happy Birthday to you!♪♫•*¨* *♪♫•*¨*
Gemma Wiseman said…
Such a wonderful collection of photos representing changing expressions, mqaybe even dreams! Beautiful!
Anonymous said…
I agree with Dina, this blog is a brilliant document of them growing up, they'll be chuffed to bits when they're older to see how much their old man loved them. This is a great set of pics - happy birthday Henry!
Priyanka Khot said…
A very special Happy Birthday wish for Henry all the way from Delhi!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I’m almost full up on my Blogger storage capacity, so I better work out quickly what I’m to do with this thing!

Dina, he just keeps growing!

{S.T.U.F.F.}, HIP HIP HOORAY!

Greyscale Territory, we’re lucky!

Jackie, fingers crossed.

Priyanka, he was delighted to hear it!

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