I finished a workout early Saturday morning and laid my worn-out (and now older) self on the floor completely out of breath. I had unwillingly found extra time in the day due to an early wake-up call from a horrible (never to be shared aloud again) dream. As I slowly worked back to a normal rhythm of inhales and exhales, all I could do was appreciate that I could and recall that she couldn’t.
Ok, fine. It’s sort of Thursday but only if you’re in, like, the first third of the country. Never mind that … I mostly just wanted to present to you, ‘Grandma Lowman turns 90’. Literally, this was one of the brightest spots my family’s shared in the past seven years. I’ll never forget her clarity that day and how just the day prior (when we took some five generation (!) photos) she called me by name and gave me eskimo kisses. My cup runneth over. Continue reading