Logan curled up in my arms at 4:30pm and fell fast asleep….he laid on my chest in the chair and felt so warm. I love to kiss his bald head because it is so soft. He is an amazing little boy. I just sit here across the room and look over all the time wondering am I in a dream? Everyday I walk in the room and see L. Lewis outside on a name tag and can’t believe that is my L. Lewis. I love Logan so much and hate to see him in pain…I cannot wait until he beats this and is able to play T-ball again and brag in the car after the game how far he hit it…or play soccer again and brag how far he kicked it….or go golfing w/ Dad, Grandpa, and friends and every hole tell us his score is a birdie……I love you Logan! I am your dad and I am supposed to protect you….I am so proud to call you my son. I love you Logan so much.