Dear Marshall,
Sometimes when I’m feeding you dinner, one of us will start laughing, and then the other will start laughing back. We’ll sit there giggling for a while. I don’t know what we’re laughing about. Perhaps you know, but you never say.
Do we even need a reason to laugh? I guess not. Laughter for its own sake is fun. I never realized that before.
I’m so glad we can make each other laugh.
Love,
Mom