Three has arrived.
Missing was the fanfare of one - The balloons! The perfectly decorated cake! The party! Also not in attendance was the disbelieving wonderment of two. Can you really be two? Two years old? Where has the time gone? You are absolutely three.
Two talked, but three reasons with you. Figures stuff out for himself. Decides if and when it wants to dole out affection; Two gave hugs but when you tell three how much you love him, it responds with a glimmer in it's eye- I just like you a little bit or maybe throws him arms unabashedly around you, you never know what you are going to get.
Three is growing up. Standing tall and maneuvering through the world with perfect coordination. No more wobbling, three takes giant leaps from stairs and couches and bed rails and everything else that is climbable.
Three asks so many questions. Three has just opened up it's eyes to so many possibilities. It knows letters and counts m&ms and three has preferences. It wants to trade the orange ones for the blue ones.
I love three more than one and two combined.