“You’re garbage, bro.” I wake with a start. What time is it? I take a peek at the clock. 2:37 am. “Ha ha ha ha ha.” He’s laughing so loudly. Do I get out of bed and ask him to quiet down? It’s so cold tonight but it’s warm and cozy under the covers. I hear more trash talking, though it sounds like it’s all in good fun. I close my eyes and listen, happy that my son is safe and sound at home and a little sad that in but a couple years’ time his room will likely be quiet and empty. I decide to just enjoy the moment, and I’m back asleep before too long.