He is three.
He is active
he is busy
he is non-stop action
he can’t sit still.
He makes me wonder what I did with my days before he blessed my life.
He is three,
he is imaginative
he is caring
he is kind
he is sweet with a gentle soul.
He understand emotions and will ask me, “mama, why are you frustrated?” That is when I realize how smart and observant he is. And how my easily-agitated demeanor may be harming him.
He is three.
He is bold
he is fearless
he is a wander and a dreamer.
I pray that his hopes and dreams will always stay big and magical.
He is three.
He is full of questions
he is full of wonder
he is full of love and innocence;
I want to hold onto it as long as possible, before the world gets a chance to tear it away from him.
