I think happiness is having a child who wants to make you happy. Although I do feel a little like one of those erratic, abusive mothers from the Lifetime Channel when Marco periodically checks in, "Are you happy now Mama?" "If I get dressed and listen, will you be happy again Mama?" "Do I make you happy now Mama?"
He always wants to know the quickest way back in good graces. After I had a serious you're-in-trouble talk with Marco, we all three sat in silence. Jeff murmured something to me and I chuckled. Marco leans over to Jeff and whispers, "Dada... what did you say to make Mama laugh?"
("Maverick? What did your mother not like you or something?")