I am having one of those days, those days where you have all sorts of deep, meaningful and important things to say and you can't seem to get any of them out.

The type where you want to tell those friends how truly special they are and how much they mean to you and bring to your life.

The days where you want to tell your children how proud you are of them and that there is no one or anything that could replace them in your life.

The days where you want to tell your husband how much you love him and that no matter how many times you have to remind him that you need him to change the light bulbs in the other house, you love him the same.

The days where you want to call your parents and tell them that you now get it, you understand the lessons they were trying to teach you when you were small and in return you told them that you hated them.

And none of these things that make the tightness in your chest come out, today the feeling are there but the words never come. I think I will go to the grocery store now. We need milk.

WAIT YOUR TURN! How many times have we heard that? It is hard to be 3. You go with the flow (mostly) and get dragged around, overlooked, and wait for your turn to do all those things that you see others doing.

This morning in the car my 3 year old told me that today he is going to play with his big brother's toys. He does not want to play with his own, he wants to play with William's. On Tuesday & Thrusdays Patrick spends the day with my parents, so instead of playing with his toys there, he is playing with William's.

How hard it must be to be him, with 4 years between them there are so many things that William does that Patrick is not allowed to do. This weekend was packed full of activities and Patrick got left out of quite a few of them. No play dates, no birthday party, even when we went bowling someone helped him. Don't get me wrong, it is not always like that, but it happens more and more often. Patrick's "turn" is years away...

Taking a trip in the car to the scrapbook store with mommy apparently did not fill the void, so today he is taking his stand! He is playing with those treasured big boy toys that when present, William does not like him to touch unless he has special permission and is in general favor with his big brother.

I guess even a 3 year old had his limits. And today he took his turn.