My Cheo,
You have come such a long way in these past three years. I barely recognise you as the little Eliseo Arias I met in that bleachy hospital room three September 10th's ago.
Gone are the days of peek-a-boo and hide and seek, traded for Car Keys: you hide them, I seek; for hours.
But that giggle.. my god, and that grin? I count my blessings every time.
You're coming out of your shell (although you're still picky about the people you'll speak to) and it elates me. It saddens me at the same time, though. "Hold me, help me," has become, "watch me do it myself," whether or not I was ready for it.
Eliseo, Eli, Cheo, Chulo.. get filthy, hide my things, throw fits, and enjoy being 'a tree' for this next year to come, because 'floor' is right around the corner ;]