I'm watching my little guy sleep in the bed next to me. His 8 year old body sprawled out, lanky and long. The smell of little boy wafting from him, despite having just taken a shower. Sweet snoring sounds and wimpers occasionally come from his side of my bed.
He doesn't usually take naps in the middle of a lazy Sunday afternoon and he never sleeps in my bed. But he camped with Cub Scouts all weekend and came home happy, filthy, and freckled. And of course, completely exhausted. As he snuggled with me before he dozed off, he asked me questions about his new brother.
"Will he be in Cub Scouts?"
"Well, he'll want to be just like you, so I think he'll insist on being in Cub Scouts."
"How old will he be when I'm an Eagle?"
"I'm going to guess he'll be 8, just like you are now. And a Bear, just like you are now."
"Will you buy him a radio kit? And take him to camp and wear your mom uniform?"
"Probably, but you know, you can do that stuff with him, too. You'll already know how, so you can teach him stuff."
He blinked. "I can teach him stuff?"
"Yep. You're his big brother. You're the best teacher he'll ever have."
"Wow." He yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Better than Dad?"
"Maybe. Definitely cooler than Dad."
With that he smiled, rolled over, and snuggled against me. The baby kicked at his big brother. The kick was met with a gentle poke.
"Love you, brother." And he went to sleep.