When I'm 64

Last night while I was brushing my teeth Sam climbed up on the toilet, 'frosted' his own toothbrush and joined me at the sink. For awhile I stood there with my eyes closed and wondered if five years from now, 10 years from now, we would brush our teeth together in this same bathroom. I kissed Sam on the forehead and told him I was proud of him. "When I'm big, will you miss me?" he asked. What I didn't tell him, what he probably would not have understood, is that I already did. The idea of him as a grown up, standing talling than me (hopefully) in our tiny bathroom as we both brush our teeth, makes me miss him terribly.