He’s made a calendar for the month, and today is the day he’s designated Carter Day. We’ve had Grandma Day and Fun Day and a few other days, but this day, according to him, is his.

He reminded me before bed last night.

Breakfast in bed tomorrow morning, please, he said. A cup of tea with honey and something simple to eat. Because I’m not really a big eater first thing in the morning.

It makes me laugh a little.

I ask him why he wants to have breakfast in bed, and he says, Well, because I never have. I just want to know what it feels like.

Special treatment once in a while. To be treated like royalty now and then. To have your own day.

Today, for an eleven-year-old little boy, this is home.

Today is Carter Day.