When are you most happy?
When Burt shows delight, as he chortles, happily laughing at his own jokes, I am happy.
My job 1 is keeping him at home, safe, secure, and comfortable.
If he’s enjoying himself, it makes that job so much easier.
Admittedly, my frustration trying to get his head back on the pillow last night soured his mood. He bounced back, and by bedtime, he was again chatting away. He was comfortable. He was safe. He was secure. He was at home. He was with me.
this is our life 