After our chicken and waffles on Saturday morning we drove down to San Marcos (north of San Diego). Us, and what seemed like all of California. We got lucky and it only took us a little longer than expected. Many of the party goes were in the car for four hours.
I’m so glad we were able to make it to the party. It had been a few years since I last had seen Grossie and Greg had never had the opportunity to meet her. We helped her out with name tags, Greg’s was quite specific so that she wouldn’t confuse him with her own son Greg.
My favorite picture of the entire weekend is of Grossie and great aunt Francis talking; just two 90+ year old ladies sharing a bit of gossip. We ate Panda Express and had margaritas at the birthday girl’s request. All five of her children and 14 of her 19 grandchildren were able to make it. Two of her great-grandchildren were there, too. She is a special lady and I think she felt the love we all have for her.