We collided in the bathroom, he and I, both blurry-eyed, jagged-haired, warm and smelling of sleep.
“When are we going to go into your bedroom with my brothers and say ‘happy birthday’?”
“Any minute now.”
He gave me a bashful smile. Seven years old. So big… 
And he stood before the mirror and gasped.
With genuine surprise.
“Mummy… I’m taller!”
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…. wonderful!