I’m going to try to keep this short and sweet.
And not cry.
My parents, also known as Nana and Papa, are visiting this week. Mom actually came out a few days early just to make sure she gets her fill of crazy grandkids and Dad is coming out tomorrow.
Y’all. I am so excited!
Even though I am surrounded by the aforementioned four crazy kids, sometimes I get lonely. I know. It doesn’t make any sense to me either. But it happens. I am so thrilled when they come visit because I have my people with me. Yes, I just referred to my parents as “my people.” Why? Because they are. I laugh with my mom over the most stupid things and there just aren’t a lot people that “get” me like she does. I’m pretty sure she knows me better than I know myself. And at 36 years old I’m okay with that! Then there’s my dad. Oh goodness. Papa. According to Renn, the sun rises and sets with Papa and I love watching their relationship grow as Renn gets older. My dad is kind of a history buff and Renn is totally in to all things war/army/military/strategy related. This is the making of a beautiful thing here, I tell you. But as far as my dad is concerned, there is just a connection between the two of us I can’t really explain. And I know this might sound weird, but he really was a rock for me during my journey with postpartum depression. Huh? Yeah, you read that right. My dad was there for me every step of the way.
Anyways, they are both here this week just to hang out with us, watch the girls compete in the Colorado Fall Preview and goodness help us, watch Renn play his first couple of soccer games of the season. This soccer/barn mom is pretty excited for this time of year!