From The Kitchen Window

Dear Logan,

You woke us up early this Saturday morning, and your daddy decided he would get up with you. As you both made your way down the stairs, you were talking away, probably letting him know of your dreams last night. I hear you giggle so much, that I get up and make my way down to see what is going on. It is now almost 9 am, and you have bugged your daddy and grabbed his hand, and have showed him to the back doors. You want to go outside, yet it is very cold this morning. Your daddy runs upstairs, and puts some warm ups over your pj's. You are ready, he is not. As I make my way to the kitchen to make us breakfast, your daddy stops me, and asks me to look after you. Your face is lit up as you run across the back yard and chase the stray cat, that thinks we like him. At least you do. A couple of minutes later, your daddy comes out and plays with you. As I make pancakes, your favorite, and sausage I look out the window and see you and your daddy laughing away. He picks you up, and throws you in the air. You point the giant pine tree, you and he take a closer look. You reach out and give him a big squeeze. I stand and stare feeling so blessed,it is one of those moments that will forever be in my heart, a moment of pure happiness and bliss. You asked your daddy to push you on the car, I run to get the camera, and snap this picture. He did not hesitate one second after your request, and runs as fast as he can, as you belly laugh. Your daddy is a big softie that loves you so much. At this moment, he is your favorite, but I know you love me too.

Love Mama