The Last Day Of Three


Today is Roozle’s last day being three. She has talked so much about becoming four, I almost forgot. She is three. She’s little. Getting big. Sounding out words. Less mispronounced, more corrections for her parents. Confusing “rhymes with” with “starts with.” Her shoes are mostly on the wrong feet, her clothes are always backwards. She loves to run and climb and talk and sing. So much talking. So much singing. She loves an audience and hates to fall down.

This year has been full. To the brim. She learned to write her name, asked big questions, found big answers. While we get ready to welcome four, I’m happy to have just one more day of three.

Author: Casey

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