On account of Jules's birthday being so close to Christmas, she hardly got a proper write-up for her amazing ability to turn three, but here, three weeks later, I have to tell you that I love Being Three. Which is to say, I love Jules being three.
I suspect she loves being three too because she's finally figuring out how to coexist peacefully with the rest of her family. She and Sydney actually play together--for hours!--and they laugh and call each other "darling" and "honey." Yes, there is no shortage of shmoopy names floating around our house.
There's also no shortage of affection in our family. Yesterday, as we were going out of church and I felt a cold blast of wind against me, I clutched Jules tightly in my arms even as she wiggled and cried, "Let me walk!" "But you have to keep me warm," I reasoned, which somehow made sense to her because she immediately threw her arms around my neck and said in my ear, "I'll keep you warm, Mama."
And she does, bless her. This is a child who will spit out her beloved bubblegum if it means she can help me in the kitchen. She won't hesitate for a second to go outside with me, and will happily go run errands with me in the car. She is passion personified.
On Wednesdays when Sydney is away at school, Jules and I head out to do the grocery shopping, easily having the grandest time we might have all day. She helps me bag groceries, "reads" the grocery list for me, tells me what the shoppers behind me are up to. It seems so remarkable to me that she and I can get along because parenting her from 12-34 months was...no Hallmark card. It doesn't help that I don't really enjoy babies the way a lot of moms enjoy babies. I've been wishing for Three Years Old for a long time.
And I'm happy to say, The Year of Three is here, and it's everything I dreamed of.
Even when we have some less-than-wonderful moments, she is quick to patch things up and be happy again. A couple weeks ago, we had a difficult lunch that involved many tears and tiny clenched fists. Eventually, apologies, smiles through the tears. "You still yuv me," she said to me, the phrase she's heard a hundred times, the l dropped from love like she's always done. "Even if I'm naughty, you still yuv me."
"I always do," I tell her. "I'll always love you."
"And I'll always yuv you," she said before throwing her arms around my neck in repentance and forgiveness. "I'll yuv you with my whole life."
I melted into a million dancing pieces. My whole life.
Yes, The Year of Three is just lovely. ♥