Gramma's birthday started at my brother's house with cake and ice cream Saturday night. Then it continued on Sunday at Mom's. Above are 3 out of four generations of the women in the family. Carol, who you see to the right wearing green, baked the cake you see with raspberry filling.
After cake and apples, Gram, Terry and I went to look for Gramma's new car. We may have found it over on State Street, but since Gram's birthday fell on a Sunday, we just peeked and got cold enough for some Tim Horton's Candy Cane Hot Chocolate. Yum!
Gram's special dinner was a garlicky beef roast and a huge pile of roasted vegetables. Too bad she pooped out before it was done. I figure that just means we can celebrate her birthday for a third day. Life is just grand! Can't wait 'til next year.
If you don't dream they can't come true