February 9

I spent much of today focused on the Olympics: watching, writing, cheering, cringing (though not all at the same time). Meanwhile, Adam was in the kitchen baking. He liked to make chocolate chip cookies with Logan, so in honor of those memories and because we were sadly out of chocolate chips, he made brownies and peanut butter cookies.

I love peanut butter cookies. Seriously, if I were a baked good, I'd marry a peanut butter cookie. (Well, maybe not because I wouldn't want to eat my husband, but you get the point.)

So seeing (and smelling and drooling over and tasting) these cookies was a blessing to me, both because I know it made Adam happy to do something to remember Logan (which in turn made me happy), and because I get to eat them.