Why I Love Pizza Buffets

Sometimes all you need is your family and a pizza buffet.

I love that my sister Kristin came with my adorable nephew Wyatt, because I don't get to see them nearly enough.

I love that my Brent-Dad showed up in his leathers, even though he hadn't ridden his bike.

I love that Papa Mike knows he's always welcome.  I love this picture.

I love that Grandma Julie just needed a Circus fix and made it all happen.

I love that Kristin was already wearing a Halloween shirt.

Because Halloween is the best.

I love that Jessica and Brenna matched in their high pony tails and cutesy sweats.

I also love that Tayler caught me in the background doing "your eyes are on crooked" with Brynn.  My Grandma Martin used to do that to me all the time.  I've been thinking a lot about that wonderful lady this weekend for some reason.

I love that even with our incredibly long table, everyone is grouped together by the end.

I love that Sam-I-am gives me an excuse to actually call someone "Sam-I-am" on a regular basis.

I love pizza buffets.

We go to Rock Creek Pizza.

You should too.

Oh, and take your family.