Happy Birthday Grandma- I miss U

Today is my GRANDmothers birthday. I love January ninth! I don't think much before January 9th of the end of holidays. They don't end for me until I have celebrated her birthday. Some years I have visited her, then in her passing I have had to be a little more creative in celebrating her. No matter, I always think of her. Last year I believe I visited my Grandfather, her husband and as GRAND as she. We had ice cream! Another year gave bags of clothing to the consignment store. My grandmother loved good will shopping. She loved giving to others...and getting herself a good deal! So that worked, I needed to share anyhow, so it may have served me more than another. Anyhow....it is her in my thoughts often that make me a better me. This year for her party she will celebrate with my mother. I think of them together and smile. That is my hope of heaven.

Last year I was fretting about my mother, her declining health, and my son, his head injury. This year is about moving forward. A mesh of old and new, renewed.

I began school today. A fitting celebration. At a school my Grandmother once danced and educated! I thought of her, the sun shone upon my new venture.

As I walked up to the ST building, the brisk cold air and warmth of the sunshine basked me in memories -- walking to work at the U nearly 19 years ago, pushing a new baby in a stroller, one child, then two, three and finally a fourth wonderful being born of me. Running after them on a warm summers day, teaching them to ride their bikes, crunching in the fall leaves, years later taking pictures of my oldest as he threw tricks on his skateboard. Many a play to be seen, holding the hand of my student husband. His eventual graduation.

I approached the building with one last breath before entering. I remembered a particular jump my son made during a skate sesh! I recall thinking of the courage it took for him to try something so big, a jump so high, not knowing how he would land it.

I found myself in a similar leap. At this moment I would cross a threshold into a new old building and become, officially, a student again at the University.

Like the building I was about to embrace this new old experience in a new to me old building and I felt comfortable - as I crossed the threshold of the building and my eyes embraced the newness to me of the old building, the smells, the sounds, the sights, embraced me back. The musky smell of old smoke, refreshing, like making a memory. Walking me to my future in the past. In the foyer as if the past hadn't passed at all, time standing still, my evolution certain. I can see evidence of my own evolving over the past 20 years, and now - in my first course back in this venue I ponder -- who I have been, who I am becoming, my human nature, my evolution, my moment.

Happy Birthday Grandma! :)