After a phone call this evening that really upset me, made me feel taken for granted, used and pretty sad, my 17yo DS put on some loud music and made me dance around the room with him throwing some shapes until I laughed at him and with him. He cheered me right up and seemed to know the right things to say. When I'm in bed later trying to sleep and all those feelings from that phone call come flooding back I'm going to thank my lucky stars I have him.