Warning: sickeningly sweet tribute to my parents straight ahead.
I would like to officially proclaim from the rooftop with my loudest bloggy voice that I have the best parents in history.
Here's an example. Just one. Of many.
As you know I've been sick. I'm feeling a lot better but my energy level is still pretty low. And, our entire second floor is in a state of disarray because we emptied our bedroom to re-do it. And, I'm hosting a bridal shower on the 14th which I'm very excited about but, not only must our second floor be completed by then, there are other things to do around the house to get ready.
To say I was a tad bit anxious about all this is an understatement. I was freaking out.
And, somehow my Mom must have sensed this. She called last week to say they were coming down this past weekend so Dad could help Abel with the bedroom and she could watch Lucas and do other stuff around the house.
They arrived Friday evening and I don't think either of them sat still for more than 10 minutes until they left Sunday at 4pm.
Dad and Abel painted and painted and painted and finished installing the new recessed lights and new ceiling fan.
Mom cleaned and cleaned and cleaned and planted some pretty flowers in pots out front and some herbs out back. And cleaned and did laundry and cleaned. And played with Lucas and made dinner and cleaned.
(Do you get the impression that my house was a little dirty? Why yes, it WAS.)
They are amazing. Truly. And, this isn't unusual. Every time I've ever moved (and I've moved a lot!), when we had Lucas, when I got sick, they were there. To do anything and everything we needed. Without being asked.
Today, I truly feel stronger, lighter, happier. Our bedroom is almost done. I have no doubt the second floor will be better than ever by the 14th. Some deep cleaning has been done (can you say windows?!) and things will be in great shape for our shower guests.
Thank you Mom and Dad. For this. For everything. Abel, Lucas and I are so lucky to have you!
Your smiling daughter