Journaling: Three years old. Oy. You exhaust me every single day, fight with me constantly, demand more from me than I think I have to give, push me to my limits and yet still love me endlessly. I may not be perfect, but Iím learning, and at the end of the day thatís what seems to count. You insist on big hugs and kisses at bedtime and give them in return. Just when I think I canít take another day of it, I sneak in your room at night and watch you sleep, curled up with your feet tucked under you like you have since you were a newborn. All the stress, all the anger, all the hurt from the day just melts away as I watch you dream, and I fall in love with you all over again.