Three times In the four years you have been together, she has only told you she loves you three times.
The first was an accident; she thought you were asleep, but you heard every word.
The second was in passing, on her way out the door. She may have actually said olive juice, but you ignore that.
The last time was the most important. It was followed by the happiest three letters of your life.
Maybe three isn't such a small number after all.