Grandma always baked cookies for everyone else’s birthdays. Chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, sometimes those little sugar cookies with colorful sprinkles. She never forgot a candle, never forgot a card.
But when it came to her own birthday, she always asked for something simple. “A small dinner is more than enough,” she said about turning 85. “Just being together makes me happy.”
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