February 18, 2012: A random fact about me is that I was born in Fargo, ND, but never lived there.  Today I flew into Fargo to be with my family on my birthday because my grandma is dying.  It was her birthday yesterday, so I told her when I arrived in her hospital room that since I didn’t make it for her birthday, I came to see her on mine.  Her face lit up and a big grin forced it’s way through the struggle for breath.  She grabbed my hands, pulled me closed and kissed my cheek.  What a precious two hours I had with her before she fell into a deep, restful sleep.

Another beautiful part of the day was taking a walk with my dad in the sunshine and playing in the snow!

Sometimes I feel like I see a wavering reflection of who I am laughing (or crying) back at me through the ordinary objects in my life– like my murky car windows.  Ergh.  Here’s one of those days in which priorities of life overtake the little things, like taking a photo