I wanted to stop and write to you tonight because I want you to know that I do love you. It seems like lately we have more challenging days than overall good days together. I don't know if its because you're three, or if you are just stubborn, or if its all my fault, but it seems that we butt heads all.day.long. some days.
Today was definitely one of those days. It started early this morning and it just continued all day. I fought with you and eventually got you to take a nap around 11am. You slept for almost 3 hours. I hoped you would feel better about life once you woke up, and for a little while, you did. But this evening turned on us quickly when you bit your baby brother.
Today just threw me a curve ball. Daddy was supposed to be home but snow and ice delayed his flight. You threw tantrums and I pretty much threw them right back at you. I'm sorry for acting your age instead of mine.
I just want you to know that I love you. And that I am proud of you. You do so well in school and at church. I get nothing but positive reports from your teachers everywhere. You are so easy to love. You smile, you snuggle, and you have an adorable little voice and a funny way of using the wrong pronouns in almost every sentence. I love it. I love you.
I love when you run around the house naked after using the downstairs bathroom. I love that you still suck your thumb (don't tell Daddy or Dr. O'Shea). And I love the way you curl up in my lap next to the baby while he is nursing.
I love that no matter how many times I lose my temper with you, you always love me right back. The same way I love you right back.
I promise to do my best for you. I will give all of me to you. Forever. I will not give up on training you up to be a honorable and Godly man. I know we'll continue to have our spats as you grow up, but I want you to know that above all else, I love you to no end.
To the Moon and Back.