I wonder what he's thinking when he's quiet, listening, watching. I wonder what he dreams at night when he makes quiet snoring sounds in his room, smelling damp and sweet. I wonder what he'll look like as boy, a man. I wonder if his hair will stay blonde. I wonder if he'll grow a beard or have to have braces when he's older. I wonder what he'll remember from his toddlerhood, if anything. What he'll remember of these days we spend, precious time, just him and me.