Logan endured another weekend of funeral time with a grace rarely seen in a three year old. He played and read quietly through a funeral that was 1.5 hours long. He made a sticker collage and held it up for the priest to see (sadly this priest was not amused but everyone else around him was). He hugged and kissed everyone to make them feel better - and quietly fished for sharks with a makeshift fishing pole I magically had in my purse.
He also decided he wanted to say goodbye to his Guido in the open casket. After much mental debate, I decided to go along with his request. It was what he wanted (and research on it said that it was okay). When we walked up to the casket Logan said goodbye and threw Guido one last kiss. This gesture opened floodgates of tears for me and will remain in my memory for my lifetime.
Logan was his charming, sweet, and energetic self. He endeared himself to countless family members and basked in their adoration. Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents, Great Aunts and Great Uncles lavished him with love and attention.
So, when he went back to preschool this morning and the teachers asked him about his weekend he said "I had lots of special family time." Therein lies the beauty of age three.
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