My grandmother was born in a time and place where that sort of thing could get mixed up. Back in her day if you gave birth at the house or on the weekend or after hours (or any other time) that birth record would be delayed. I guess depending on who was working that day and their workload it could be delayed a little more. You may be laughing but I'm serious. Up until recently we celebrated my grandma's birthday on both January 25 and January 30 and she jokingly mentioned another day that they thought she was born. I had to stop her from telling me because between the two I was either early or late. Kind of like this morning when I called to wish her a happy birthday thinking it was the 25th when in fact it was the 24th. I was so scared I would forget and miss it and end up calling on the 30th. She just chuckled saying something about us rushing her out of here. I reassured her that wasn't the case and we joked a little more about being confused about her birthdays. I showed up to visit yesterday with only a card because I was in the neighborhood and wanted to let her know I was thinking about her. It was late and the last minute so just had the card (which I am utterly terrible at mailing on time) and heard all about it when I called. I've got her spoiled. Ha!
I usually come bearing gifts of chocolate, preferably Hershey's with Almonds and up until she heard Dr. Oz talk about the benefits of dark chocolate she wants nothing but that. Her old staple is now unappealing and unappetizing no matter the size or quantity. You can wrap it in a 14kt gold bow and sprinkle diamond chips on it and she won't want it. So, I bring her Lidnt Lindor dark chocolate truffles or Ghiradeli dark chocolate squares or fair trade chocolate bars from Whole Foods or Golden Grocer and she raves for weeks about how good they were. One of my favorite things to do for her birthday is to make a pretty basket of all the little things she loves or has mentioned during my visits or phone conversations. These baskets come equipped with anything from dark chocolate truffles, nuts, fruit, fresh white face cloths, organic coconut oil, pre-cooked bacon (don't judge me! She wouldn't shut up about this bacon and if you've lived 8 decades you can have anything you want) slippers, special hair combs and anything else that would make her smile. I love to see her smile and hear her laugh. Thinking about her smiling has me smiling right now!
She never fails to say something funny. Her and my late grandma Hattie kept me in stitches. Polar opposite personalities, but both funny and as blunt as they want to be. The other week she was encouraging me to travel and have fun and live life because there is so much trouble in the world. She's right and I needed that confirmation. I think because she never (no really, NEVER) leaves the house she wants to make sure that I do. She even fusses when she finds out I haven't left for days. She doesn't understand that I be in the lab formulating my next moves. I appreciate that though.
I'll make sure call again tomorrow and bring her a basket by the house at least by the 30th. Not sure exactly what all I'm going to put in it, but she did mention she'd like the Selma DVD. She's due for some new scrapbook pages too. 88 is a glorious number and for a woman that has lived that long, bore 9 children and helped rear 7 grandchildren, worked as hard as she has, saw 14 presidents in office, witnessed too many wars to acknowledge, survived a stroke, heart surgery and seen as much as she has seen, she deserves much, much more than a measly basket and some chocolates but really asks for nothing but to be thought of and loved. It warms her heart and she truly warms mine. I love you Grandma! Happy Birthday!
Much love, many blessings,
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