July 29

Logan's 12th birthday is in two days. We did as we virtually always do on Sundays and visited his grave after church. When we arrived, we found these on his stone:

I don't know who left them, but it means so, so much to know that he's still remembered six years after he departed this life. In fact, I was just telling Adam yesterday that as time passes, I feel like I have fewer natural opportunities to bring him up in casual conversation, and that bothers me because though I can no longer see or feel or hear him, he played an integral role in shaping me into the person I am today.

So thank you, mystery person. Your gesture is more appreciated than you'll ever know.