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.