June 28

I was dismayed this morning when I came downstairs and discovered that Brady had taken it upon himself to open a few of Logan's cars. It may seem silly, but I still buy die-cast cars for him, and usually they stay packaged, not because I think he'll ever open them, but because, well, it makes me feel better. Like I'm still doing things for him. Anyway, I was annoyed.

But as I watched him line up the newly freed Corvettes, I felt my heart change.

And it tickled me to once again realize how much Brady and his biggest brother have in common. Their shared love of cars is steely-strong. And I just know that Logan would've loved to watch his littlest brother making parking lots and coursing them over the couch cushions. And for all of those things, I'm thankful.