My mother and step-father were in town for a few days last week. I always look forward to their visits and I don't bother to do extra cleaning like I would if I had normal visitors because they know the real me – dirty laundry and all.
The visit was perfect – dinner out with the babe one night and we ordered in another. It was a treat when they offered to watch our lil one so my hubby and I could go to a holiday party. We went out and had a few cocktails just like the good old days.
Sitters are invaluable and I adore mine, but it's nice to know that my parents love our baby as if she were their own. And, when I had a headache the next day, my mom was sitting right there ready to play when the 7 a.m. wake up call came.
As we said goodbye at the airport, the feeling of inadequate gratitude rushed over me. Had I thanked them sufficiently for coming to visit? So often, I feel that I don't show my appreciation to those who care the most about me. I hope deep down they know how much I love and appreciate them for loving me and my family they way they do.