Three seemed to come upon us suddenly, although I suppose it really was three years in the making.
Overnight, he became tall, and chatty—eloquently so, using words like also and actually—and willful (and more than a little bit stubborn); I looked away for just a moment and he turned from the baby he was into the child he is, just like that.
His wishes were few this year, as they always are. A Sunday gathering with friends, a cake with blue frosting, a few simple gifts, and finally his own scissors because he is a big three-year-old boy now—little things, all, to make a third birthday special for my sweet, funny little boy.
