Your Last Day of Being Three

My dearest Molly,

Today was your last day being three. Daddy told you this fact this morning and you giggled. Then you told everyone today that it was your last day being three. It was so sweet. And it made me reflect on how much you've grown in the last year. You continue to amaze Daddy and me every day with your new words (passenger, perfection, Triceratops...) and with how sweet, kind, and loving you are. We could both listen to the sound of your giggle all day long.

The best part of three was how you took a simple "good night" and made it into the favorite part of our day. When you were "little," I would talk about how much we love our family. Then, one night, you pulled Daddy and me into your arms and yelled, "We... love... our family!"

It was a killer moment. (As Jerry Lee Lewis once said after lighting a piano on fire, "No one follows the killer!"

So every night, that's our tradition. Whether we're all at home, or Daddy or I are traveling, we always end our night with "We... love... our family!" It's always fun to hear Daddy do it when he's at a work dinner :) but he loves it.

And we love you too, Peanut.

Happy last night of three.

Love,
Mommy