March 20

I don't need reminders of Logan because I think of him multiple times each day. I wonder what he'd be like now at age 18. I wonder if he'd still be a dancer and if he'd look back fondly at his early childhood affinity for all things Mater and Lightning McQueen (or MaTEEN as he gleefully referred to him at age three). 

But I always appreciate those little nods, like when I left the grocery store this morning and found a bright red Corvette parked right next to my car. I saw it there, smiled, and whispered a quiet thank you to God for the sight.

It's a small thing for sure, but it meant a great deal to me.