For today, I only have this:
He helped me unload the dishwasher last night, handing me each thing sweetly and determined. On the one hand, I hope he never stops loving that task. On the other, when did he become a boy, capable of helping me do anything? It feels like it happened when I went to check the mail or had my back turned. With the weather, it feels like, or while he napped. Just like that.
Just like that.