Next year I’ll look back on today and I’ll remember shopping with my sweet boy. I’ll remember helping him choose special gifts for the special people in his life (candy, he got you all candy, because he can’t fathom why anyone would want anything else). I’ll remember getting a hot chocolate treat, and then wrapping his gifts together and helping him sign his name.
I will, however, have forgotten how frustrated I feel right now. I will have forgotten how flipping thankful I am it’s bedtime, how I am at my wits end with this kid. Three is hard, man. But he really is sweet...When he wants to be.