Fargo

Made a stop in Fargo, ND Sunday as part of my great vacation getaway. This stop was especially to see my friend Jen, her husband, Nathan, and their new baby, Amelia. I loved seeing the baby, and getting to spend a little time with Jen. On the other hand this is one little five-week old that has not learned to sleep more than 2 hours at a time. I was looking at two very tired parents. Two parents who have been working and taking care of this new baby and who both had to turn around and start back with their classes this week.

Yet through all of that, I also saw two people who love each other and their little girl more than anything. I have nothing but respect for them and what they are doing. I really can’t complain much about my little problems when I see them sacrificing so much for their baby. I just wish there was something I could do to help them out somehow, even just a little. 🙂

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