mommy's boy?

i was sitting on my mom's couch.
josh was cuddled up next to me, his arms wrapped around mine.
our legs were tangled up together too.
i looked down at him and smiled.
i may have even sighed.
this was nice.

he looked up at me and smiled back.
he has my eyes, i thought.
he reached up and stroked my cheek.
then he took both of his hands and used them to cup my face.
i could feel a lump in my throat.
my sweet boy, i thought.
and then he said, in the most tender and loving little voice, "mommy, i think you're growing a beard."