Last Tuesday my Gramma turned eighty-six. She is beautiful as ever and filled with more energy than me most days. Last year we celebrated big– there were not one but three cakes and a pinata–at my insistence of course. This year, she gathered a few of her friends for dinner and an off-key rendition of Happy Birthday (as she tells it). And there was chocolate cake, her favorite. What more could a girl ask for?
Happy Birthday Gramma,
I hope you have the most wonderful day. I wish I could be there to help you celebrate (I’m always looking for an excuse to bake + eat Beatty’s Chocolate cake), but I’m singing along in spirit! I have a feeling this is going to be a great year for you–new home, new friends, and a new grandson-in-law in a few months. :) May you be blessed with excellent health, lots of love and some very happy memories. Looking forward to our next visit already… love you to the moon!