The world looks different at three. Sometimes the world is whinier and pickier at three. And more energetic. Holy man, the energy is boundless. But three is also soft and sweet. Three cuddles longer, gives wetter kisses and just plain melts me sometimes.
At Christmas dinner, we asked Wes if he wanted to do the toast. He raised his glass and said, “Christmas is for celebrating, being happy and giving.”
No truer words have ever been spoken. So it turns out that three is not only cuddlier and more energetic. Three is also very, very wise.