"Fortunately he's as quiet as his Daddy right now. But I'm thinkin' he's picking up those look Daryl gives. But we're going to be in some hot water if he turns out like me." Maryanne chuckled. Especially if he had Daryl's broad shoulders and... She sighed softly. "But that's a long way away. Not something I have to dread just yet." She added the last bit with a chuckle.
If there was anything she was proud of, it was her son. "Thank you. Him and his Poppa are what keep me going. Through thick and thin, no matter how bad the day gets. I come home to them and know how truly blessed I am." Because if she didn't have them, she'd long since lost her marbles.