Mr. Henry Brown

My name’s Henry Brown, and yes, I wear the hat now and then. I used to think a good day was one with no surprises. Paddington changed all that. I still go to work, come home, read the paper—but now there’s also marmalade sandwiches in my shoes, polite little thank-you notes under my plate, and the occasional wellington boot in the teapot. I’ve learned that love isn’t about order. It’s about opening the door, even when you don’t know what—or who—is on the other side.