When you grow up in New Haven, it always seems logical to get pizza when celebrating. Yesterday was my mother's birthday so of course we headed to Pepe's, smushed into a booth, ordered three huge pizzas, and ate until we had olive oil and tomatoey grease running down the backs of our hands. Yeah, we know how to party.
I was even able to sneak in a few photos; my family doesn't love posing usually but if I don't put them on the spot every once in a while, we'd never have any pictures. And aren't these off-the-cuff shots the best? xo
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