I love my boy. I really, really do.
Having said that…(ahem)
Age 3 has been riddled with hard moments – and I’m never sure if this is a “three” thing or a “boy” thing
Or a combination of both.
Pushing limits. Tantrums.
The beginning of fibbing
The whining.
The irrational crying.
Don’t get me wrong – it’s been great too.
The hugs, the kisses, building our relationship
getting to know him in new and fun ways
sharing more and understanding more.
But we’ve certainly had our fill of some really tough days.
I find myself hanging on as best I can and longing for age 4 with steadfast anticipation!
Apparently, so is Keira….
{no Keira’s were harmed during the capturing of this photo}
