My aunt and uncle had us over for a make your own pizza party tonight. Actually, what usually happens is the grandkids are invited over to make pizza and us adults have to stay home and make our own suppers, but this time we were all invited and the kids made us all pizza.

These moments are so fantastic and I’m so grateful that my kids (and me, and my sister and her family) have been included in these nights.

I remember sitting at grandmas table having cinnamon toast and tea, and our kids will remember being at Nona’s and making pizza. They are memories you cherish for a lifetime.

I ate so much I may never be hungry again, but my heart is so full and happy.