It was the middle of September.  Cowgirl’s birthday was fast approaching.  Grandma was in hospice, and Grandpa was not leaving her side.  Cowgirl asked if he had a gift for her, and they hatched a plan for an outing in Grandpa’s antique Model A for ice cream.  She told me she was going on a date with Grandpa for her birthday.  She waited patiently as her birthday, Grandma’s death, the funeral and visitors all came and went.

Then plans fell together, and here is the permanent record:

You will be glad to know that I’m planning to have these prominently displayed at her wedding (should that happen, one day, far far far in the future).