I can’t believe it, but our little guy turned two today. I’ve been thinking of him as two for quite awhile (since I got funny looks when I said he was one), but it still feels different now that it’s official. One of the things I love most about our little guy is that he’s still cuddly even though he’s big enough to wriggle out of my arms and run off. It feels even more special now that he volunteers hugs and leans in when I ask if he’d like a cuddle. Free will just sweetens the pot; who knew?