Home!

After two years in Spain, I finally have my parents back! I have told people that I really missed my mom because she would come over and mop my floors. I know that sounds callous, but what I really mean is I miss how they would always spend their time serving the people around them in such a way that you don't feel guilty for accepting the help. Both of them just do it so naturally, it is about the same as receiving a hug. Which we had an abundance of as we met them at the airport at midnight.

My dad missed the taste of regular milk. All the milk in Spain is shelf stable and has a little aftertaste. My aunt brought him some, along with some donuts.

Here is one of the grandbabies they had never met before.

I have no idea why I don't have pictures of them meeting Aven for the first time. She was there too.

PopPop played ring-around-the-rosies while waiting for luggage.

They had some great helpers.

We are so happy to have them back!

Update: I wrote this a few days ago and within 5 days of being home, my father watched my sick kids so I could speak in church with my husband, plus he cleaned my kitchen AND mopped my floors. Then two days later my mom emptied my dishwasher in the ten minutes she was at my house. BEST PARENTS EVER!