I always thought it was odd when people have birthday celebrations for babies and toddlers.
What do they know of birthdays and setting a slab of eggs, butter, and sugar on fire?
At that age, the parties are for the givers, not the recipients.
I think it’s sort of the same at the other end of your life.
Even though you’re old enough to understand the concept of birthdays, you’re also old enough to have reached a point where birthdays just don’t mean as much to you as to those around you.
At 97, I think it’s that way for Granny.
Some recents years, she has even had to be reminded that it was her special day.
So there’s always the question of how far to go.
What do you even do to honor the 97th?
By that time the honoree is so close to 100 that you kind of want to save the best ideas for then. But at same time, when you’re that close to 100, each birthday on the way be the last.
A Twitter friend suggested I get her 97 of her favorite flower. Her favorites are African violets, but they grow in clusters. 97 pots would be overkill and even enough pots to come up with 97 blooms seemed like it would be a bit much.
Her second favorite are tulips. I would have needed to have thought ahead enough and planted 97 bulbs last fall.
And do you know what 97 cut tulips cost?
More than you’d think.
More than I thought, anyway.
So, I decided to go with daffodils.
I don’t know that they are a favorite. But I know she likes them. We have a ton of them growing on our property.
She doesn’t go outside a lot anymore. So, she’s only been able to enjoy them through the window.
Why not bring some in?
So, now there are eight vases, each with a dozen stems, throughout the house.
One more stem, the 97th, will be served tonight with the traditional birthday pound cake.
Here’s hoping she understands what it means.T