. . . to make me happy.
Just a little herb-garden-helper wearing shoes that squeak when she walks (or, as she would say, “queek, queek”).
It doesn’t take much to make Lisa happy.
Just the first time my son sat an read a book silently to himself. He has been reading for a while but this was the first time he seemed to be doing it for pleasure. He is almost 7.
It doesn’t take much to make Sherry happy.
“Just my pajama-clad baby endlessly staring out the window.”