Today is...

the last day you will be 3!" I tell E this morning over breakfast.

He smiles at me - man does he have a killer smile and says, "That is kinda special, huh?" and continues munching his blueberry toaster pastry.

I think for a minute and agree with him. "Yes, that is special you will never be 3 again, so this is the end of that and the beginning of something else."

"Mom," he says, "I'll just worry about 4 tomorrow!"

I nearly cried. Talk about being in the moment. For so many years of my life, I worried about tomorrow. I was obsessive compulsive about tomorrow.

And now, I am many days, succeeding at just enjoying today.

I also have to think about the family I overheard at the mall. They were telling their kids they had to wait until they were X years old to do this and that and I thought - why not celebrate what they can do now?