I've been emailing back and forth with my mom today because our boys spent part of last night at my folks' house. I have to say "part of" because my dad took them to the airport at some uncool hour like 3 a.m. He deserves a post of his own to talk about what a shining star grandpa and dad he is. Man, I love him.
And I love my Mom.
So I've been emailing with Mom, also known as Mum, because she's giving me updates on things like the weather in D.C. where the boys will change planes and how they are all checked in and eating egg salad sandwiches at their gate inside LAX. Mom's egg salad sandwiches for travel day are absolutely legendary. You are guaranteed to travel better when you've started your day with one of those. So, you should know that the weather is getting better in D.C. and my dad made it back from his pre-dawn run to the airport.
All I wanted to say here is that my parents are just the bomb. They are the cat's pajamas and the living end. They are, in fact, the real deal and the bee's knees.
They've joined us for many Christmases in our homes overseas so I always get particularly lonely for them right about now.
One of my favorite memories of a Christmas in Kenya with them included a scene of me, the mother of 3 young children, having a melt-down because I felt so pressured to keep our home school going till the last second before Christmas Eve because we were "so behind schedule." I just remember bursting into tears and trying to explain to Mom why I just had to keep doing school, even though there was so much to do to be ready for our relatively simple Christmas celebrations.
"School is CLOSED!" Mom yelled (in a nice grandmotherly yell.) "I have executive powers and I declare home school closed right now!"
Like I said, my Mom is pretty much the bomb.