This post is also from my husband.
Journal entry by Scott — Jan 21, 2017
My son is my friend. My son is a great brother that would protect any of his sisters with his life if needed. My son loves his mother and is her friend. My son is a trusted friend. My son is a respectful, loving, confident, man of God.
When Logan was a little baby, he was so strong. I called him Monkey for many years because he was strong like a monkey. Since he was just little, he wanted to be with me every step of the way. He followed me around always offering assistance. He is a very considerate and helpful. When he was about nine, we decided build a tree fort. We spent all summer in the back yard building it. He worked very hard and it turned out wonderful. He is a stalwart hunting companion. He never whines about being cold or being tired. He loves going to the Mertes shack and to our new hunting spot. This fall we worked together, along with Delaney, to build a tree stand, and he has many plans for more this summer. Last summer we went on long for wheeler rides, and he looks forward to going on his first snowmobile trip now that he can ride his own machine. Thanks to one of his best adult friends, Robin, he collects knives. Robin gave Logan his first knife. While Logan is in the transition to manhood and is striking out in his own direction at times, he still strives to please his father. He has never been shy about giving his “earthly father” a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He regularly offers to rub my back or messages my feet. Each weekend, he offers to cook me an egg sandwich for breakfast. If he thinks he is going to sleep in, he always asks if it is alright. He says, “I know you prefer to eat your breakfast at 7:30. Do you mind if I sleep in?” Logan is my son and friend. I am grateful to God that He gave him to me, for every moment he has been with me on this earth, and I am very proud of him.
Logan regularly professes his willingness to protect his sisters. He is very proud of being the tallest person in our family. (He has been the tallest for a couple of months, but I only recently admitted to it.) He is also very proud of his large muscles. He regularly compares his arms to his sister’s arms. They usually tell him that they are glad his arms are bigger because they don’t want big man arms anyway. He has something special with each of his sisters that they will each treasure for the rest of their lives. If you don’t already, treasure the time you have with your siblings. Logan is not perfect, but he loves each and every sister more than they will ever know.
When Logan and I were on hunting/camping trips, I would attempt to tease him about “missing his Mommy.” It never embarrassed him. He would say, “Of course I miss her dad; I love my mommy.” He is Ann’s friend. They continually giggle about things I cannot understand. I can only laugh at them, not with them, because I do not understand their sense of humor, at times. It is funny to them; that’s all that matters. Every night he makes sure to give one of his unique kisses to his mommy first. He has never been too big or too old to kiss his mommy. Logan understands that his mommy has his best interest in mind at all times and that, of everyone in his life, she has the most patience living kindness for him. Especially with his hearing loss and multiple surgeries. Logan knows that he is her most precious little boy.
Many of Logan’s friends have come to visit him over the last few days. They theme is the same; they don’t know of anyone Logan dosen’t like; he likes everyone. He has a great sense of humor, and he loves God. Two of his friends stood in his room today telling me of the great fun they had together and how they are looking forward to the annual hockey game at Logan’s birthday party in February. One of Logan’s friends let it slip that Logan had been proposed to the night before the accident. Apparently the sincere request for matrimony was not successfully dodged on the first two attempts. On the third attempt, Logan had to be firm and ask that they remain friends. I hold back the name of the very young lady so as to protect her feelings and future prospects. Of course if she were able to sway him some day, I would be honored if Logan were to change his mind. She would make a fine wife, I’m sure. Logan is around females allot and he loves them, but he is always longing to hang out with his buddy’s, his friends. He looks for the good in each of his friends and loved them for it.
Logan wore his faith on his sleeve. He had a special bond with our neighbor, “Mr Ken” who recently went to be with the Lord. Logan did yard work for him for the last five years or so. After the first work day, I went to Ken to ask him how Logan performed. Ken said that the first thing Logan wanted to know is if Ken was going to go to heaven. Ken was sick with cancer, you see. I asked Ken if he was offended by Logan’s questioning and persistence. He said it was refreshing and continued to employ Logan. Sometimes Logan would come home from Ken’s house and say, all we did was talk, should I give his money back? Ken said he just enjoyed talking to him and learning about Logan’s faith in Christ. If I doubted something Logan said he would tell me, “I want you to believe me daddy, but if you don’t it’s OK because God knows I’m not lying.” When I would tease him saying that I know everything; he would say that it was not so, only his heavenly Father knows everything. Logan went to church willingly; there was no dragging him to church. He likes the youth group and learning from Jase and the others. I am thankful for Logan’s love of the Lord. I will never forget when Ann came to me so full of happiness and delight that Logan prayed with her in the garden to dedicate his life to Christ. What a joy for our family.
Logan is a precious part of God’s plan. For that, we are thankful.