January 23

It was a crispy, beautiful blue-sky day.

Partly because I wanted (re: needed) the exercise and partly because the construction noise at a house across the street was starting to seep into my brain in a not-great way, I decided to take a walk after Bible study.

As I lumbered along, I periodically looked up at that unblemished canopy of azure and remembered how, not that long ago at all, my oldest son would look at me through eyes of a similar shade. And the memory made me smile and feel wistful all at once.

I miss my Logan every day. But I'm so thankful he was here. And that God makes these blue-eye skies so I can remember him purely by tilting my chin toward Heaven.