Be Our Guest

The day before we met Evy, Kyle picked up my mom and dad from the airport while I took Nathan to school.  We decided to surprise Nate by sending my dad to pick him up. As the rest of us waited in the courtyard, we heard Natey exclaim, "BEEPA!" through the open door and windows. He came down the stairs and saw Gram and grinned from ear to ear.  Priceless.

My parents are great. If you know me, then you know that already because I often talk about how great they are. We feel so fortunate that they made the trip out here to help--not to have fun, not to tour, not to shop--but to help. And help they did. 

We are especially thankful that Nathan got some one on one time with Gram and Beepa while Kyle and I were at the hospital waiting to meet Evy. Knowing he was with them put me at ease in a way I can't accurately describe.

I could go on and on: the home cooked meals, the help with laundry, the burping of babies, the changing of toddlers, the hanging of the remaining pictures and the tackling of the to-do list.  

Next time, Mom and Dad, we will have a different kind of fun, I promise. Thank you for everything. 

:) sbc