Visit With Family

This past Saturday I had the pleasure of driving home to Milford, Ut to visit my mom and dad and my sister, Edie. I didn't get to stay very long but I enjoyed every minute of it. They always make me smile and make me proud to call them my family.

While visiting I got to see my niece Sally's prom dress. She is so excited. This will be her first prom and her first date, or I should say group date. She just is not that into dating. She would much rather be studying, so it is with pleasure that I see her making some different memories to reflect back on. I know she will be so pretty and have the time of her life. My other niece, Erica, Sally's older sister, is going over to do her hair and makeup. As I said Sally is just not that into dating, makeup, or any of the drama that you find with most girls, at least that's what I have been told.

On to my visit with my parents. My mom got out some old pictures of my Little Grandma, that would be my moms mom. Little Grandma is so cute. She was only 4'10" tall. I was so proud of the fact that at 11 years old I was taller than LIttle Grandma. That was one of the major milestones of my life. As we looked at pictures my mom pulled out a copy of an announcement for my Little Grandma's parents 60th wedding anniversary. I was so fascinated as I read through the announcement. I had no idea that part of my family came from France. My Great Grandpa and Great Grandma Foster were originally married in Paris, France. How AWESOME!! They then immigrated to 8 Mile in Idaho, where they raised their family. My Great Grandma's maiden name was Skinner. I love that name. It evokes such a different feeling in me. I can not explain it. I took a copy of that announcement and will treasure it forever.

I so love that when you least expect it you can learn something new. It was such a pleasure spending time with my family. I don't often spend time with just them and myself. If they ever read this I want them to be assured that I love them so much and am so very, very proud to call them my family.

Love To All,

midRae

Things to Remember...........I do not remember when my Great Grandpa Foster died but I do remember when my Great Grandma Foster died, I must have been about 8 years old. It was the first funeral that I can remember. Little Grandma kissed her mom goodbye and I don't know what I thought, I just know that the memory has stuck with me for all of this time. As we drove to the funeral I can also remember Little Grandma telling me to stop biting my nails as I layed in the window of the car behind the back seat going down a two lane road with lots of traffic. (SCARY) I find it amazing that in the past we were more concerned about biting our nails than wether or not we would die in a car wreck. I guess times have changed. We are much more scared now than we were then. I also remember that as we returned home, we pulled up out front and dad was mowing the lawn with a new lawn mower. We were so excited, we thought it was so cool. How easily we were entertained, not so much today!!!