Sometimes I feel like I am wasting my days. I sit at work
waiting to go home and I sit at home waiting to go to work. A drowning little
cycle of life glued together with smiles from Adam and groans from Lola. What’s for dinner tonight? We ask. What was for dinner last night?
I’m not complaining in the least bit. The slow simple life
does me well. It opens up space for things like this blog, filled with quiet
little ramblings and photos of life as it is, but then it opens up space for
other things as well. Things like thoughts and thoughts like Logan.
Little Logan who was with us for less than a year; little Logan
who died too young, but who is to judge that. I often find myself questioning
little Logan’s purpose. Why my family? What does it mean? What should I learn
from this?
Should I learn that life is hard, unexpected, straight out
spiteful?
Should I learn that life is short, transient, and fleeting?
And so I eat sleep wake, eat sleep wake, sometimes that’s
all you can do. That and hang onto threads. That and breathe. That and
remember.
Today Logan would have been 2 years old. Happy Birthday Little Loge! A little man, in life, in death, in remembrance he has taught me more than I could have imagined.
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