January 31

I'm not a one-trick pony. I promise. But today, on Logan's half-birthday, he --or God, on his behalf-- made his presence known in a classically Logan way with a barrage of Cars --and cars.

The Target parking lot was uncharacteristically crowded this morning. I turned down one aisle, fully intending to loop back around in search of a less walking-intensive spot. But then I literally stopped when I saw this:

A bright blue Corvette. Isaac looked over, saw it, and insisted that I needed to take a picture. So I did just that. And I have to tell you: it was a beauty.

Then this evening, during yet another sojourn to Target (don't ask), I spied a brand new Pixar die cast car that we didn't yet own. With rabid adult collectors snagging most of the new issues, I rarely come across fresh releases. While Logan was hospitalized, I took him a brand new car almost every day, and I remember how they made him smile. How he'd look at me expectantly and then grin when I pulled out an unopened package. I miss that. But finding new cars gives me a taste of that old feeling.

Finally, just to close out the day, there was one more sighting, so to speak. As I left the parking lot, another pristine Corvette, this one bright red, sat at the back of the lot.

To most folks, they're just cars. But these three cars -- well, today, they meant an awful lot to me. And God had to know they would.