Three flights. Thirty-six hours. Ninety years old.

Last weekend my aunt, uncle, and I flew into Pittsburgh to surprise one of my most favorite people in the whole wide world – my grandma.  And boy was she so so surprised!  Thinking she was going to the Montour musical that evening, which actually doesn’t start until next weekend, she claimed she wasn’t ‘dressed’ for dinner once we told her the plans.  She mumbled this through the tears and crying.  Grandma always has to look the most presentable.   With that being said, I think this blog post could best be told through pictures.  Enjoy 🙂

red-eye from LAX                                                 landing in the burgh
            

#sergesselfiestick                                              bros – Michael’s man bun not pictured
           

delicious dinner from Alla Famiglia
                         

Happy 90th, grandma! You are one of the flirtiest and most kind-hearted people I know! I am so glad I was able to fly home to celebrate this milestone. Until next time!