"Oh, This is a Happy Day..." Samuel Beckett (1906-1989) The years following our son Marc's birth were, in my memory, relatively peaceful and enjoyable ones. Suzanne and I were now learning to become parents. Our days ended with reading bedtime stories, even at his very early age. As he became verbal, the end of the storybook would always be followed by his demanding "one more". Eventually, he began to read on his own to his own enjoyment and our amazement. He was a curious little fellow, fascinated by his surroundings. I shared with him my love of airplanes and we would frequently head to the airport to watch planes land and take off, as I described to him all the different types of planes. He was also very humorous and liked to get a laugh out of people, even as a very young child. I remember when he got his first pair of "big boy" underpants, he delighted in showing our guests that it had an o