You'll have to excuse us over here. We're in the 'Post-MoMar & DooDad Funk'.
It happens every time. They come, we laugh, we play, we stay up late talking, and then they leave. And we mope.
Are any of you in this same boat? Where your parents are far away and your children are growing like weeds? It is hard.
This past week was Chris' 28th birthday. We stayed a night in a swanky hotel and got hour long massages and sat in the hot tub and listened to live jazz while sipping yummy drinks in the lounge. (We may have also gone to Ross. To buy a jacket. Because the hotel thermostat was set at 15 degrees Fahrenheit and we didn't want to run home to grab warm things because... you know... THE CHILDREN live there.)
My mom and dad watched the kids overnight for us at the house. We came home so relaxed, that we kind of oozed through the front door with far away smiles on our faces.
It was PERFECTION.
That night we had a birthday party for Chris with family and friends. I made beef enchiladas that were on the extreme side of yummy. (I am proud of this feat, this cooking yummily for 15, because I usually mange to screw up spaghetti for TWO.)
Some of Chris' buddies got together and bought him some music equipment he's been wanting for a long time. Because they love him and know what makes the boy tick.
He says it was the best birthday ever.
(Oh, how he deserves it!)
Anywho, we love and miss you MoMar and DooDad! Thank you thank you for everything!!