Three. You’re three.  You’re not a toddler anymore. You’re a
preschooler. That might be the biggest adjustment for me right
now. Getting used to saying “my three-year-old” or “my
preschooler” instead of “my toddler.”  You grew so much over the
past year, in so many ways. Your vocabulary grew, your legs
grew, your attitude grew. Your compassion grew. Your bonds with
the people who love you grew.  Your life is so very different
now than it was a year ago, and you have handled it with grace.
(Well, grace on some days; tantrums on others … but hey, we all
had a few meltdowns this year.)  Sweet pea, I love your spirit.
 You may have a blanket of three-year-old frustration wrapped
around you right now, but I see what lies beneath.  You are
sensitive. Sensitive both to the words of others and to the way
your words and actions affect others. I think this sensitivity
may make you a bit vulnerable as you get older, but it will also
make you shine as a sweet and caring man. You explain the
emotions you’re feeling and yo