You'll never guess who showed up on my doorstep on Wednesday at 2:00PM!
I had just gone two rounds with all three children and was about to pour myself a tall glass of egg nog and take a walk around the yard to compose myself. I came around the corner and there, standing in the doorway, was my mother (with her camera in hand). I screamed, threw the door open, and burst into tears; my daddy was standing just out of sight.
This is SO UNLIKE my parents. And they really got me good. I think it is hard to surprise me, but they did it. My sister had already called a couple times that morning - all of a sudden I realized she was trying to find out if they were there yet.
Talk about things to be thankful for.
We had SUCH a great time.
Thanks mom and daddy for making the long trip. Thanks for the food, clothes, Tylenol, and fun. I love you so very dearly. (As does my family.)
Memom went in to get Little up from her nap. Little looked up at her and said, "Memom - you're back." That was it. *smile*
Bubba, on the other hand, had a completely different response to his Pop. That little guy LOVES his Pop. He went straight over and fell into a hug with Pop. He was right there with him for quite some time. It was so dear to watch.