On Friday, I took my time. I searched his face for any new freckles, let my fingers graze along the tips of his ears and along his cheekbones, and we snuggled a little longer than usual at naptime.
It was his last day being three.
It was my last day being the mom of a three-year-old.
Not gonna lie…it hurt a little.
But he sure does enjoy being in the 4.0 club.
Club membership comes with Mickey Mouse pancakes.
And a ninja getup.
There’s a birthday party post coming.