While Adam waited in the fast pass line for the wildly popular Radiator Springs Racers, I took the kiddos --and Lambie, who escaped the backpack to be part of the action-- to our first ride of the day: Mater's Junkyard Jamboree. I had serious misgivings over not waiting for Adam, especially given the weight of being there in that place Logan would've loved so much for the first time, but he insisted we go, so we did. And wouldn't you know it, just as we were ushered into position to board the ride, Adam appeared and was able to join us after all.
A few things stood out to me as I watched my family today. One was the look of wonder on *Adam's* face as we walked along Route 66. "This is perfect," he breathed. And I had to agree. Another was how careful Abby was to make sure Lambie was always included. And a third was how Brady watched with great interest as DJ appeared in the street and led a late-afternoon dance party. We were in line to see Red at the time so we didn't join in, but I had flashbacks to the time Logan unabashedly danced to the music from the Main Street parade. Different, of course, but a reminder that there is so much of him in all of us.
And that little nugget of truth is of infinite value to me.
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