The One Where the Irish Girl, Married to a Polish Boy Goes to the Italian Family Reunion

This weekend we attended my Gramp's first annual Family Reunion. Now, some of you, especially the ones that know I'm an Irish Girl are going to be confused at the very obvious Italian pride flying around these pictures. Let's just say it's a long story.



It was a PERFECT day to gather roughly 90 people at our hostess' picturesque house. The sun was shining, there was a lovely breeze. Really perfect.



My Gram and the other party planners really did a wonderful job.



The amount of food was ridiculous (but hey, they are Italian) and it was all delicious. I did almost laugh out loud when I saw the Kielbasa and Kraut though...they must have known Randy was coming.

We were lucky enough to capture a picture of the oldest and youngest DiNitto's at the party. That's my Gramp who will be 87 years old in November, and Camryn who is 10 months old.



How sweet is that?

Of course, I took full advantage of to take some more pictures of my favorite little guy.





Until he turned into Angry Elf Keagan.



It was so nice to be a part of such a happy, loving and boisterous event. Meeting those that I've never met before and seeing those that we haven't seen in years was awesome. We're a pretty lucky family.