The day saw him playing video games before finally (and after much deliberation) choosing California Pizza Kitchen for his lunch destination. And a special choice it was, since it was our first meal inside an actual restaurant in well over a year.
From then we headed home for his requested orange cake (baked by me, frosted by Adam, and decorated by Abby and Brady) and presents, followed by an evening outing to the A's game -- our first in, once again, well over a year-- that ended with a win for the home team. As we drove over the Dublin grade on the way home, he remarked that it'd been a good day and that he'd felt the best he could remember ever feeling on a birthday. And that made my heart smile.
It's hard to believe that 3/4 of my kids have hit the teenage years (since Abby is 16 and Logan is 14, if only in my heart), but here we are. The years are flying by, but they have been and continue to be chock full of amazing moments. So today, for Isaac and for his sweet spirit and mild temperament and the ease with which the words "I love you" flow from his lips and for his patience and kindness, I am so very thankful.
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