happy three

three. it's such a big number. it really is. when we found out we were having three kids, well our whole world flipped upside down. that may seem a little silly. i mean, it's just one, two and three right? oh no. three changes everything. and now. today. our sweet little baby is three. and here we are. on the cusp. no longer are we a family with babies. we are a family with kids. three of them. three! a year where we shed things like diapers, and sippy cups and tiny socks. a year where tears come in buckets because navy leggings are not pretty. a year when we talk about likes and dislikes, and that for now red sauces falls firmly in the dislike category, and heaven forbid if you remind someone that it used to be in the like category. no no no. three is a year of opinions, voiced in a clear sweet voice, whether you want to hear them or not. but lucky for me, in my sappy inner life, three is still full of braids, and messy pony tails, pink party hats and tiny bunnies, rosy cheeks and sloppy kisses. it's true. it's entirely and completely true. i don't care in the slightest miss arlo jane, no matter if you are three or thirty three or seventy three, you are still my baby. forever and ever. and if i were to divide my heart into thirds, i would give you 0.3333333333333334 because you are you. besides nobody wants to see 0.3 repeating into infinity.