April 5

Easter is one of those days that hurts in a good way. We miss having Logan with us; stumbling, fumbling down the stairs with his siblings to rifle through his Easter basket in the wee-ish hours of the morning, laughing as he dodges the others and jockeys for position to grab the best plastic eggs during our annual family hunt, watching the VeggieTales Easter specials before heading off to church. But in the same breath, we're deeply thankful that today means that we'll be reunited with him again someday.

When we arrived at today's service, the youth pastor was wandering around, handing out flowers that he said we'd use at the close of the gathering. Abby put hers to her face to inhale its fragrance while I looked down at mine --a deep pink daisy. Isaac clutched a stalk of tiny, delicate pink blooms, while Brady held a small green flower. But I felt a sudden jolt when I looked at what Adam held: not just one, but two flowers.

Before the thought even formed fully in my mind, I blurted out "did he give you two on purpose?!" Adam looked at me for half a second before the meaning of my words registered, and he smiled a quiet smile and said he didn't know.

An extra flower. For Logan. Maybe even from Logan, in one way or another, but most definitely from God. And most definitely a sweetly salient reminder of what Easter truly means to our family. We may be five here, physically, but we will always be six strong, and one day, we'll be six strong all together once again.