Three

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.

3 thoughts on “Three

  1. How great it would be to be 3 again. Those were the days.

  2. awesome! beautiful poem and beautiful grandchild. mom and dad

  3. Just curious mom and dad – why did you leave a comment using my name??

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