My parents arrive in 9 days, wow 9 days, I am so excited, if I had more time to sit and think about this I would be even more excited, but exhaustion sometimes halts that.
|this picture has nothing to do with this post, I just melt when I look at how Calvin wrote his own name.|
Sometimes it seems really odd that we haven't seen my parents in nearly a year and a half. I forget how much Calvin has changed, how much our family has changed at the same time, them and us. I am so thankful for skype but it does not replace real hugs, it does not replace real kisses, and it does not replace being close enough to pop in for a visit on a regular basis.
If I'm honest it's easier to not think about these things.
When Marvin's parents came to visit in November it was wonderful, but at the same time made me sad to see what our boys are missing out on. It was such a contrast of emotions. If I am really honest, their visit made me miss my mom. When you have a baby there is just something about having your mom there to share it with, I don't quite know what it is. (Of course dad I miss you too.)
I am really looking forward to their visit for so many reasons.
I'm excited that they finally get to meet Micah. I can't wait until they can physically hold him, kiss those chubby cheeks, tickle his little toes, see that smile that melts my heart in person.
I'm excited for Calvin to play with grandma and grandpa and for them to hear his constant chatter.
I'm excited to show them where we live, how we live, what things excite us.
I'm excited for them to meet a few of our friends.
I'm excited for them to see why we love living here.
Just 9 more days, I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one counting.