This morning was the last time a three-year-old boy climbed sleepily out of bed at my house.
This morning was the last time I carried that same three-year-old boy across the hall to the bathroom.
This morning was the last time I helped that three-year-old boy put on his socks and shoes.
This morning was the last time a three-year-old boy rode in the car to Grandmama's house.
This afternoon was the last time I brought that three-year-old boy home.
This evening was the last time that three-year-old feet ran across my kitchen floor before dinner.
Tonight was the last night I got to read and cuddle with my favorite three-year-old boy.
Tonight was the last time I tucked that three-year-old boy in as we said goodnight prayers together.
Right now is the last time I will cry over that three-year-old boy, for tomorrow he will be four.