I wasn’t getting my hopes up.
I figured ice, snow, wind, and terrorists would prevent them from coming.
But they’re on their way, less than 2 hours away actually. They could probably walk here if they had to. Ok, maybe not.
MY PARENTS ARE COMING FOR CHRISTMAS.
Really, I’m giddy, and I’m not one to easily giddy-ize. the holidays are hard away from family, regardless of how amazing my friends are — they’re just not the same. And isn’t it every mother’s dream to have her parents say, “this year we’ll come to you” rather than me hauling my 2 kids with me and my husband to visit them”. I’m a lucky gal.
People always joke that my parents are always here, mostly my mom. I’m so happy about it though. I’m so glad she makes it a priority to come and be withe me and the kids, so they know her and love her (and basically worship her). My mom’s a huge Christmas fan so I know it will be special for all of us (not to mention someone I know has a very special birthday and there’s a 6 involved… out of respect for the elderly I won’t name names).
Anyway, SO grateful for my parents. And really willing to hand them my children while I have some quality time with my couch and DVR.