The next day when Claire and I got home from gymnastics I found those parents of mine sitting at my kitchen table.
My eyes were as big as saucers I was so surprised!
They had a layover here in the desert en route to NYC and their flight got cancelled because of the snow storm.
(Even though I do feel bad for my NYC brothers and their families who missed them…)
They decided they just had to sleep over at the new house. (“They” means “my dad” in this instance.)
Does that look comfy or what?
My mom was here to take Lu to her first soccer practice of the season, which, of course, Lu was pleased as punch about.
My Dad told stories galore and had Lu illustrate them.
My Dad took a bike ride on Claire’s bike one of the mornings. This is a text I got from my friend:
He really is awesome. He doesn’t care one wink what anyone else thinks, he just does his own thing and I love it.
Lucy got both her grandparents to walk her to the bus and wave her off.
It’s the little things that are sometimes the big things.
They were here for volleyball and tennis tryouts for Max and Elle, and for a big thing at the high school where Elle had to be on stage (more later on that).
My mom helped me get my lighting ordered for the new house (finally!) and put up with a little bit of fabric searching on the side. Oh boy am I grateful.
I sure wish we lived closer, but being away sure makes me not take their awesomeness for granted.
So grateful for such deliberate parents.
How I hope to emulate some of what they are some day.