95 years. Say it slowly . . . ninety . . . five . . . years on this earth. Can you imagine all of the things--the changes--mamaw has seen? I won't give away my own age, but it is a blessing to have had my grandmother in my life this long. Most people who are my age haven't had a grandparent for years--some don't even remember their grandparents. To clarify, some people were young when their grandparents passed away and weren't given the chance to really know them. Of course, there are people whose most extravagant waste of opportunity is the time they could be spending with a family treasure . . . a grandparent. Until a year or so ago, mamaw's health was remarkably . . . amazingly . . . well, but things have been changing. It's never easy to come up with a perfect card for a perfect little mamaw (and she would love whatever I send), but I chose this peony quilt block image (from silhouetteonlinestore.com), reduced the size of it, and made it the focal point for my card. The sentiment that I chose is one that I felt really defines her since she has made so many quilts through the years. Happy Birthday, dear mamaw!