My Son

Small tidbit. Its 4 in the morning and Michael is laying next to me. He stirs and sees me and says Hello. Its dark. He asks who I am and I say Dad. He thinks and asks my name. I say Mike. He thinks again and asks my last name. I tell him and he thinks. He then says thats my name. I smile and say yes it is because you are my son. I turn on the light and point to a picture of all of us and show him our family. He lets it sink in and smiles. He asks how old I am and I tell him. I turn out the light and talk to him for about an hour, answering his questions. He pats me on the arm and then goes to sleep.