Over the weekend, James and I were invited to an anniversary party, where most of the Viscardi half of his family got together for dancing and storytelling. {I am horribly awkward on the dance floor, but I do so love the stories.}

Toward the tail end of the evening, James’ cousin Mike asked Grandma Viscardi to dance. Now, she’s a spry one for 85 years old, but I didn’t think she’d be showing us her moves once the song changed to Usher. Boy, was I ever incorrect.

It’s a little blurry because it’s from James’ iPhone, but! You get the point.

-MM.