Bad Mom

Dear Logan,
On Saturday, April 17, 2010, we went to Elsie's to eat pizza with your dad, brother, Dan, Michelle, Adrianna, and Isiah Reinhart after a JO all-day volleyball tournament. While waiting for our food, you were going back and forth between the bar area and the restaurant area to play bean bags with your dad and brother. Right before the pizza arrived, you said you had to go to the bathroom. I told you to go ahead and go in by yourself since we had just been in there and it was only about 5 steps away. Going back to my conversation with Michelle, your father comes back to the table with Jackson. "Where's Logan?" I asked Scott. He said, "She's not with me." I paused for a moment feeling confused. "But she's been with Scott," I thought. Where the heck was she? Suddenly, I jumped up shouting "Oh, my gosh!" and ran to the bathroom. There you sat on the toilet. Tear-stained cheeks waiting for your mommy to come and help you. The bottom-line was that I had forgotten about you while I was busy talking with a friend. I'm sure you had been in there about 10 minutes, but that was 10 minutes too long. I hugged you over and over saying "I'm sorry. Mommy forgot you". That's pretty close to the worst I've ever felt. I hope you're not scarred for life.

I love you,
Mom