43

I turned 43 yesterday. My son, Josiah, gave me an extra squeezy hug and my son, Drake, gave me the highest of fives. I got some nice cards, including one from my grandma that was left completely blank inside.
"My cousin, Debbie, made that card," my mom told me.
"Grandma, you forgot to write inside the card," I said, showing it to my grandma.
"What?" That is always her first response.
"You forgot to write inside the card you gave me."
Then she stared me down, and I lost.
"It's pretty though. Debbie made it." I said to let her off the hook.
"Debbie made what?"
"This card," I said, showing it to her again.
"Oh, that's a pretty card."

 And that is when I learned that Grandma's ways are beyond me and not to be questioned.