A few months ago we noticed Henry was limping a bit and we discovered a plantars wart on the bottom of his foot. The doc told us how to apply this over the counter stuff and so we did. Then Sydney came and we got lazy about it. But resumed a week or two ago.
Henry actually pointed out the wart before we realized it was bigger than a little sore or blister. He called it his button. He talked about his button a lot. He showed it to us often. He told Grandma Barb about his button every time she visited.
Then yesterday when I was helping him put on his sock we discovered that it was gone. Excitedly I told him his button was gone. He smiled big. Wondered if it would come back and where it was. I looked in his sock but no such luck. I said don't worry. The medicine worked! YAY!
This morning he went to grab his shoes to put on and excitedly ran up to me saying,
"MAMA! MAMA! LOOK! My button. I found my button."
Gross, I know. But seriously, the fact that my boy came up with calling it his button. Kept calling it his button. Loved his little button and it obviously weighed on his mind - is just something I always want to remember. When I called Ed to tell him about finding the button - Ed said that last night Henry told him that his button was gone but it was lost.
Love you Henry! Button or no button! You are one special kiddo!