Three

Nick has been waiting six months to turn three, because being three meant that he could play with his letters. I'm sure that for him, it's been an eternity, but I feel the same astonishment I feel on every one of Nick's birthdays: Where does the time go?

My bugalet is three. He's a walking, talking, dancing, opinionated little person. Three is going to be tough, but joyful. I'm not wishing it away. I know the time will pass quickly.