the little
I always think of Olen as so big, so grown-up compared to the tiny smooshy baby we had two years ago. He’s so independent, walking (running) around, talking (singing), telling stories, expressing his needs and wants! It’s hard for me to look at this boy I know, still growing every day, and reconcile what I know of him with the fact that he’s two. And he’s so tiny compared to this big, big world he’s going to conquer.