You're going to miss this.

Do you remember when folks used to talk about terrible twos?

I don't even know what that really means, but I can tell you the {almost} three's are special. 

Here's a slice for you:

"Mommy mommy mommy, excuse me, excuse me excuse me excuse me excu-"

"Honey, you just say 'mommy, excuse me', one time, and then wait for me to answer."

"Mommy excuse me one time, mommy excuse me one time, mommy excu-"

You see where I'm going here. 

And then there was the other day at the park when I asked him to come here and he stomped his feet and screamed, while multiple feet away, "NOOOOOOOOO!" so loud that I had to apologize to the other moms at the park. Who laughed with me. 

But he did come.

There are those type of moments, those days, but they are countered by moments so rich with joy that you {momentarily} forget about them. Tonight when I was getting ready for bed I did a double-take in my closet.

There out of place was a 3T button down. I'd seen him frantically run from his room with it, but figured I'd eventually find it in the toilet, oven or fridge. But he had hung it up neatly right in front with all of my clothes. I sighed and quickly forgot all the missteps of the day.

It was like my little reminder that though the days can be long to me, these days- this closet- are his entire little world. Eventually he won't want to be AS involved in my corner of the house, so until then, I intend to slow down and smell the laundry.

"You're going to miss this, you're going to want this back.
You're going to wish these days, hadn't gone by so fast." 
-Trace Adkins