I started brainstorming about why in the world I liked this number so much, and as I did, I miraculously started cheering up. I remembered spending alone time with my Gram as a little girl and feeling incredibly special because we were both the third-born in our families. When I showed Gram things I liked, she would lean close to my ear and whisper, "I like it too! It's because we are both threes!" I remembered how I felt when I realized my parents were also the third-born. The more I thought about the number three and why I liked it, the more my spirits lifted, and while the boys splashed in the pool, a poem was born.
Three.
I am a 3.
Mom was a 3.Dad was a 3.
Gram was a 3.
Three is the perfect number.
It is mother, father, child.
Three is ikebana.
It is the sun, moon, and stars.
It is the best of the seasons—
the winners of a race.
It is the beginning , middle, and end.
3 is naptime,
and the date that earns a kiss,
a trilogy, a three-peat, and a triple-threat.
It is on your mark, get set, go!
and how many tries it takes to learn something new.
Three is my number.
I am a 3.
Do you have a favorite number? Do you know WHY it's your favorite number? Think about it; write about it. It's all part of the puzzle called YOU.

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