How can it be, that my big boys are three?
Seems like a moment ago they were in me.
And now they assert themselves; sometimes they hit.
And declare independence with a loud "I do it!"
They are definitely all boy; they love the outdoors.
They love dirt, trees, and bugs; they get mud on my floors.
They are silly, and funny, and challenging too.
They know ABC's, colors, and that cows go "moo."
They are getting so big, and unless I'm a fool,
I'll have to accept that they'll soon be in school.
I am trying to enjoy them, trying not to stress,
even though my house is a very large mess.
I will cherish the time that I have with these too,
and make sure that I've said enough "I love you."