Life with Logan...

Looking back over yesterday's entry and comments, I think I ought to clarify a little. See, there's so much I didn't say, not enough room or time in the world to explain it all... I'm proud of my son. In some respects, I've always felt solely responsible for him; I fought hard even to have him exist. I've always felt like a single parent in regards to him, even when Richard was there, long before there was any indication that he was anything more than a precocious, loving baby.
( from the beginning. )