Two

Maybe it's just me.  Maybe it's Mommy's growing belly, or sorting through the boxes of your old clothes for Sprout.  Maybe it's that you give me a look like this:

... and then follow it up with some clear, astute comment using words - and even sentences!

Or maybe it's just that time plays tricks - that we can see in you at any given moment the newborn, the toddler, the big boy, even glimpses of the grown-up.  Maybe it's none of these things, maybe it's all of them, but I can't quite believe you're two today, little Asa-bean.

Two going on twenty-five, that is.

Happy Birthday, Asa.