My Grandma was born on Friday, September 13, 1918. She has always looked at Friday the 13th as a lucky day, since she was born on one. Her birthday fell on a Sunday this year. I think making it ninety-one years is pretty lucky. Or more-so a blessing.
My six year old made her a birthday card all by himself and enclosed four quarters as the highest esteemed present he could give her. Grandma's reaction made him feel like the best gift-giver ever.
I hope that I make it to ninety one.
And I hope that I will be as healthy and happy.
Happy Birthday Grandma. I love you so much!
My six year old made her a birthday card all by himself and enclosed four quarters as the highest esteemed present he could give her. Grandma's reaction made him feel like the best gift-giver ever.
I hope that I make it to ninety one.
And I hope that I will be as healthy and happy.
Happy Birthday Grandma. I love you so much!
1 comment:
Sweet - send those birthday wishes from blog-land. Is that a Mississippi mud cake I see (in a heart shape)?
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