April 17

I know I posted something quite like this not all that long ago; it happens. (I've now written over 1,000 of these entries, after all! There are bound to be repeats.)

Anyway, when we visited Logan's grave this afternoon, I noticed this tiny white wildflower. (It's hard to see it, but it's there if you look hard.) An itty bitty, pure little face, smiling up at us as it stretches toward the sun.

Sweet indeed.