Gray turned three at the beach today.
Wrapping paper flew.
A pool was swum in.
Sand was castle-ized.
Waves were jumped.
Cake was devoured.
Bubbles were blown.
Relatives were wrestled.
Naps were taken.
Play-doh was piled.
Magic wands were waved.
Cameras were clicked.
And time has flown.
How great it would be to be 3 again. Those were the days.
awesome! beautiful poem and beautiful grandchild. mom and dad
Just curious mom and dad – why did you leave a comment using my name??