Alice had a birthday last weekend, so we all gathered to celebrate her 80 grand years on this earth. Here she is with my sister, brother, my cousins Erin and Emily, and me. We constitute one quarter of her grandchildren. Thank God they weren’t all there-I don’t think my mother could’ve handled the stress of trying to fit anyone else into the frame, using my camera (nice work, Patti). Anyway, we had a great day together, full of her crazy stories and warmth, and I hope that she was able to see how much we all love her. Also, if I can look half as good at 80 as she does, I’ll be happy. I hope I have her genes-I clearly have her love of orange-based reds.
PS-don’t let the somber face fool you-she was two glasses of chardonnay deep at this point, and had introduced me to my cousin’s boyfriend twice. Happy birthday, Alice!