On Monday, Gus turned ten.
On Sunday, we had a family dinner in his honor, the menu, bangers and mash, was changed last minute to pizza and grilled sausage because the weather was beautiful and I could not bear the thought of going in to cook.
On Monday, he went to play laser tag with Tom and a friend. Tom is quick to tell that he won two of the three rounds.
Two nights ago we ate apple cobbler for dessert because it didn't materialize for his family dinner.
Tonight two friends are sleeping over. There will be a bonfire. The kids will run around the dark yard trying their best to scare one another. And my Augustus, will have been completely and thoroughly celebrated.
Which is as it should be because his very name means great or important. I know my mother eyes are biased, but I see great and important things in his future. I see his charming kindness ushering forth a movement. I don't know how large or small, but I know the world is a better place from having my son in it.