Tomorrow, he'll be ten.
He started thinking about and planning how he wanted the day to go weeks ago; not making grand plans, rather, the ordinary, small pockets of happiness that add up to the best kind of day.
The agenda below is the first of several drafts he made. We're now going to a Mariners game instead of watching a movie at home, which seems fitting. Alexi and I walked from our First Hill apartment to Safeco Field and back - probably 10 miles round trip - a couple of nights before he was born, in an effort to move things along.
We'll be having banana splits - with ten toppings - instead of cake, and we're having them midafternoon, just before we head to the ball park.
It will be wonderful, and all him, and we'll savor it all.