Michael opens the blinds as he leaves at dawn and I lay in bed and watch the morning twilight. Before long Sam comes in and lies across the bed and we chat. About everything and nothing. This morning we contemplated when his tooth would come out, how people break world records, what we were having for dinner. Then we had a serious discussion about how many weeks there are left until his birthday (seven), whether it was honest to tell people he was 8 (no) before we decided on the best answer if someone asks him between now and then how old he is (almost eight).
Everything and Nothing. Yet it's one of the nicest parts of my day.