Sweet and darling.
He randomly tells me that he loves me, that I look nice, or that he likes my purse.
He always notices my hair and kindly tells me it's pretty or advises me that I need to fix it because, "It is not nice, Mom."
Recently, wishing for Spring he had a talk with the Guy who makes the grass. I overheard him, "God? Hey God? Where are you? God, I can't hear you. Is that you God? I hear you now. Um, hey God? We need grass."
So trusting and accepting of simple faith.
He is obsessed with boots of all kinds and has his very own style, unencumbered by trends and dates.
I love three year-olds with a passion. I wish we could all be three; just think of how fun and happy our world would be.