3 is hard. Everyone tells you...its not terrible twos it's terrible threes! I don't know if I'm at the terrible part yet- but I am at the part where I watch this tiny body hold an intense range of emotions. I watch my pitfalls as I don't always have all the answers or patience. . 3 is a step into true humanity and praying for the strength to keep teaching generosity and kindness. . . 3 is wanting me one moment so desperately and fighting tooth and nail the next to get away and stand freely. . So today I'm taking this end of the night mama-is-wiped moment to focus on 3 things at 3 I love. Because the hard will continue but the love always wins. ❤ 1. Curiosity and WHY?!?! ALL day long- 3 is hungry for the world and to know more . 2. The random big hugs and "I love yous" are felt with your big small heart . . 3. All that we can now talk about together. You're a person and we can't go back to babyhood. We can only stretch those long legs across my lap and keep growing.