We've had a string of rough days with Mr. Noah lately. He has nightmares and doesn't sleep well. Believe it or not, lack of sleep can make a three-year-old quite grumpy. He'll tell you so himself. Yesterday, however, was a fabulous day, and it's days like those that enable me to look at a grump-a-rump little boy and say, "I love you." Despite your tantrums and yelling and naughtiness (let's just chalk it up to sin nature), I love you. And you are a blessing.
You are gentle. You are sweet. And smart. And funny.
And you are mine.
I love you, Cranky Pants.