Today would have been Jen's 28th birthday. I always teased her that she was catching up to me in age, but now we know that she will forever be ageless and beautiful. I feel like she was reminding me of this throughout the week. On two occasions I sat bolt upright in bed at 2:17 AM, awakened from a deep sleep. It may be a stretch to translate 2:17 on the clock to 2/17 on the calendar, but I'll just go ahead and do that. At exactly midnight last night on my bedroom clock, when the day changed from the 16th to the 17th, I was awoken by a crash. I had to get up and investigate with a walk through the house. Eventually I found that it was the large shovel on my front porch that had blown over in a gust of wind. Another stretch to think it was Jen, but I believe it.
Jen's parents and family have many more birthday memories with Jen than I do. So please pray that their day is special rather than difficult and remains that way through the years.