This barrel of laughs spent eight months being poked and prodded. Many who approached him during that time did so with needles, tape and tubes. It would be no surprise if he greeted everyone with tears of anxiety. But he doesn't. Rather he greets them with a yellowed, chip-toothed grin. And giggle. Even in a crowded room he is all smiles because in his eye, everyone is there for him. And he is so happy to see them. Today is his second birthday and every smile and every giggle is a triumph. Happy Birthday little man. To say I love you doesn't even begin to scrape the surface.