February 10

I cried more than once today. Ugly-cried, really. The heavy emotional toll of what I know is coming tomorrow was just too much for me, and my ability to cope just... misfired, I guess.

I hadn't even gotten out of bed the first time I cried; I was lying there checking my email when I opened this:

It's an excerpt from our preschool's weekly email update. The director first wrote it last year and I read it back then, too, but somehow, it was more poignant this morning than it was 365 days ago. Maybe I didn't really read it back then. Maybe I was still so numb from loss and grief that I didn't let its words sink in. I don't know what I was thinking a year ago, but today, I was touched and gratified.

This beautiful little tribute reminded me that Logan was important to others outside of our family; that though his life on this earth was brief, it was powerful and memorable. And my prayer as we cross into tomorrow, the beginning of our third year without him here physically, is that that legacy will live on... to infinity and beyond.