January 13

When we visit Logan's grave each Sunday afternoon, the other kids enjoy cavorting with a trio of horses who make their home on the plot of land adjacent to the cemetery. Today, I stood back and watched as The Little Boys took turns feeding two of the beautiful creatures long, slender blades of grass.

I relished their happy giggles as the horses happily accepted the offerings. It's a joy to watch them --all three of them-- grow and learn and enjoy the wonders of the world. It can be hard to see the beauty amid the harsh realities of a broken world, but it's still there. And it's found in the simplest of places. Even on a muddy hill, on shared sides of a chain link fence.