Thursday, August 18, 2011
My parents came into town from Philadelphia last Thursday at midnight. They came for a brief visit to celebrate Lucas's birthday and Priesthood ordination. I was so glad they could make it, especially considering the stressful time my mom is having with her business right now.
I was not so glad when they had to leave on Monday. We don't see them often enough, and the time just flew by.
As I have already established, my dad spent the entirety of his time here making trips to Home Depot and working on handyman projects around the house and yard. He's a wonder.
Mom and I ran errands, did a little shopping, and cooked together. (I love having a cooking buddy.)
Here are a few random photos from their short visit:
Mom let Eva borrow some of her bracelets for church. She was thrilled, of course. She sometimes refers to my mom as "Grandma Queen" because she is so fancy.
Eva came up to my mom on Sunday and said, "Have you ever dreamed of having a choir of two?" Mom replied that she had not, but was happy to join when Eva invited her to form their very own choir of two.
They snuggled in Eva's bed, making their selections from the Children's Songbook and practicing.
Max was their accompanist. There's not much I love more than family making music together.
After the choir concert was over, Eva sang Read Me a Memory for Grandma and Grandpa. I still get choked up every time I hear it.
Mom came with us to the junior high when we paid Lucas's fees ($145!), got his locker assignment, and practiced with the combination.
(Sadly, his schedule is royally messed up, so we are still waiting for a new one and he has not had the chance to walk around the school and find his classrooms yet.)
We always take an airport self-portrait (usually because I have forgotten to do one before that point). I have the cutest parents.
I hate it when they leave. Especially when I don't know when we will see each other next. sigh.