The week of Gran's birthday came with non-stop celebrations for her, whether it be friends from church, her dear friend (and also my great aunt) of about seventy years, and calls from near and far.The celebrations I was witness to were delightful, the first of the two being at brunch with our church family, people that have seen me grow up, that I can't imagine not knowing, and that have (since moving here) taken Gran into the fold.
As it was brunch, after breakfast a candle was tucked into a cinnamon bun and brought out and place before Gran.
One always needs a candle to wish upon.
I watched her look at that candle with the eyes of twinkling child, feeling the love of all whom surrounded her, a woman who had seen so much, as people sung in honor of all of her years. That was my favorite moment of her birthday.
Later, on Gran Meyer's birthday, our family (minus the much missed brother), headed to a fancy place that is required for such a once in a life time occasion. 
Me and my gran.
We sat overlooking a lake and the setting sun as we ate by the waning light and a candle on the table. The beauty and food matched in deliciousness, making the night even more memorable.
I thought of life during these celebrations, how lucky I was to be there to share my gran's special day with, and how I hoped I would one day have the same experience.Happy Birthday, Gran!
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