Lake Tahoe here we come! When a 3 year old asks you to come to visit her for her birthday.... You go! Five hours away lives my husbands twin sister and her family. We love visiting them and our nieces. I called my dad and told him we would be in Tahoe for a day and half. He automatically said "Great! We will drive there and meet you for lunch." I feel blessed that my dad and stepmom will come visit and drive hour and half just to see us for lunch. We left early in the morning to make it there by one. We actually got there like 20 minutes early so we stopped off at one of the beaches at Lake Tahoe to just walk around, stretch our legs etc.
It was pretty fun. We decided to take couple pictures and see who could throw the rocks the farthest. It seriously cracks me up when you see a father (Ryan) trying to throw rocks further than his teenage kids. I love watching their competitions;) Teens are always trying to be faster, stronger or smarter than their parents. ;)
Then we went to Applebees to meet my Dad and Andy.
First I should start with I am already laughing because I know my dad is going to read this so I wanted to try and embarrass him somehow in all fun....but nothing crazy happened lol.
I was really happy to see them. My stepmom Andrea had cut her long curly hair into a shorter style and I love it!!! Looks to me like it would take hours to do but she said it takes 3 minutes! Man! I want hair like that! It's super cute! As always it was good to see them and especially see my dad.
I guess I should do some background. When my mother was pregnant with me my biological father Larry Ray passed away from a ruptured spleen. My mom of course was devistated her husband was gone. She was young nurse raising little me by herself. My Aunt Jacque talked to my mom about writing this service guy that she had known in high school (Vaughn the one I met with today) and she did. One thing lead to another and she met her second love of her life. My Mom and Dad got married and I was adopted by him when I was 1. They had my sister a year later. I love my dad! He has been my dad my whole life and never treated me any different. My sister is my full sister to me and my dad my full dad! The best part about my family is Larrys family, my dads family and my moms family are all really good friends and we all get along. Nothing has never been different or weird. ;) I am blessed! My mom and dad were married for over 30 years before she passed away from stage 4 cancer. My dad remarried Andrea who really is a good fit for my dad and they make each other happy. It's nice that we all get along and it goes back to how I was raised....family is family blood or not. It's the same way I feel about all four of my children even though two are biological and two aren't. Family is family!
The kids had a good time too. They were playing games and annoying each other as brothers and sisters do. Ryan and I talked with my Dad, Andrea and had a good time. Even though we see each other every few months...they seem to have to come see us more than we can make it there to see them. Its hard when you have a family of 6 to get up and go. Plus we need house and animal sitters. We Caught up on what was going on our lives. Talked with the kids and how someone seems to always be getting hurt, how their grades were and how sports was going.
It was great seeing them. It always warms my heart to be around family. I teased my Dad about me blogging about him. Andrea teased him that he might be famous and why would I blog about him all the time. We laughed a lot:) After lots of hugs we said our goodbyes. We were headed to Ryans sisters house and they were going to head back to their home. I miss them already! So Dad...look look you have a blog about you!!! :) You can now say you are famous:)
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Question of the day.....Who is in your "family" that is not blood related? A special uncle or aunt? A grandma?
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