Grandma is 88

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We had a ranch happy hour on Wednesday to celebrate my Grandma's 88th birthday. It was so fun. We lavished her with gifts, had a cake, drank lots of wine, admired the cards she had been sent. I cherish these weekly get togethers with my family so much and this one was extra special. Happy Birthday, G.G.!

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