One of the best birthday cards I received this year was from my spunky 95-year-old grandmother who stills lives on her own in a cozy little apartment in a sweet little town in the middle of Minnesota about 15 miles from where she was born.
The card was personalized, just for me. The words on the front began with my first name and then, “Know what’s nice about a granddaughter like you?”
Printed inside: “Everything! It seems like a perfect time to tell you when I’m thinking about you on your birthday … hope it’s a good one! Best wishes and lots of love from Grandma Laura!”
Obviously, someone gave Grandma a box of personalized cards so that Grandma has card to remember each of her 10 grandchildren’s birthdays. It was a brilliantly useful gift for a woman who has pretty much everything that makes Grandma look like a star (Judy, I hope you’re making money with this concept!). Sorry, cousins, if I’ve ruined the surprise for you (Paula, your card probably says inside “Almost everything!” (just kidding — you know I tease because I love).
So the card was customized just for me and arrived right on my birthday, but those aren’t even the best parts. Inside, my grandmother who is normally stingy with praise, wrote a note. Usually, she discusses the weather, who visited recently and her plans for the coming week. She covered that, too, but the card apparently opened the door to some uncharacteristic kudos. Her note began like this:
“This card is right — you never forget about me. While on a trip, I always get cards from you.”
Aw, Grandma thinks everything is nice about me. What a sweet birthday wish.
Thanks, Grandma, for saying so.