Our little boy turned three years old today. The grand finale in the long, dramatic story of how God built our family, he is sunshine to us. He still sleeps in the middle of our king-size bed and his sisters adore him. We think everything he does is either hilarious or precious. Truth be told, it pains my heart to discipline him as we enter these years that make it so very clear that it’s time to get a grip on the man child and teach him – perhaps for the first time – that this world does not revolve around him after all.