Going on four

Only one more month with my three year old. I feel bad because I spent much of this year whining about the 'terrible threes' instead of enjoying it, as difficult as it was. Despite the crying, temper tantrums (including one that held passengers on an amusement park ride hostage and one that held an entire 737 from deboarding), the lack of "nice hands" at school, and that one time when he decided he'd walk to the playground himself if he wasn't going to take him... I'm blessed. And I'm not a religious person, but there's some sort of something bigger for me to have been given such a freaking amazing kid. Yeah, I feel blessed.