Logan's preschool teacher gave him a tiny blue plastic frog when he started in the Year to Grow class in the Fall of 2011. He was fresh out of treatment and we had high hopes that the worst was in the rear view.
He treasured that itty bitty frog, and it appeared and disappeared over the months that followed. Shortly after he passed on, it turned up on the carpet in our family room, and I picked it up and placed it on the second shelf of the computer desk. It's been there ever since.
It's a sweet feeling to look up and see that petite frog standing guard, reminding me that the little things are sometimes the things to be valued most.
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