The Love of Family

It was my second trip to Salt Lake City, Utah in last two weeks, only this time, I went to visit all of my relatives on my dad’s side of the family. I traveled down there with parents, my younger sister, and her boyfriend. It reminded me of the good old days, when we used to travel as a family and the three of us girls would be cramped up in the back seat. Anyway, there were two specific events that took place while we were there for the weekend. Somehow, I neglected my camera the entire trip, even though I managed to remember to pack it with all my other belongings. So, this post will be without photos. I will do my best to paint a good picture in your minds, as you continue to read along. Upon arriving in Salt Lake, my dad had to take care of some business with a few of his clients, delivering turkeys and hams for the holiday season. We then stopped for a bite to eat at the Golden Corral. The rest of our Friday night was spent with my Aunt Laurel, Uncle Steve, their three boys, and my Grandparents. On Saturday afternoon, we headed to the church for a “Pre-Thanksgiving” dinner that consisted of Sloppy Joes, several different salads, and many desserts, all of which were enjoyed by all of the other aunts, uncles, and cousins in the family. My parents took the liberty and brought a Piñata’ filled with an assortment of candy and other various goodies for all the younger children to enjoy. The boys played a couple basketball games, and there were many laughs as we talked about memories of the past. It has been at least two years prior to this last visit that I had seen my family in Utah, and I can’t believe how much some of the cousins have changed in those two short years. My cousin Keane just returned home from his mission to Long Beach, California. It was great to see him, and even better to hear him speak in his ward on Sunday about his experiences and his testimony of the Holy Ghost and how the spirit can lift us in times of trial, and the feelings of peace it can bring to each of our lives if we are accepting of it. I’m grateful for the love of family and how it blesses my life in more ways than one.