Ah, but they were also accompanied by those things less tangible. They arrived bearing a warm embrace and the transparent joy of being here. They brought a fresh energy, and breathed new life into our little home. My shoulders immediately felt lighter.
The only time my gas tank is full is after a visit from my parents. My dad somehow finds a way to quietly slip away to fill it to the brim. My mom works some kind of magic on my kitchen sink with Comet cleaner and an ordinary sponge. Before I can realize our toilet paper is running low, Dad walks into the house with an 18 pack of double rolls. We are likely set for toilet paper until Christmas.
Besides lifting some of the physical load, my parents buoy my spirits. They offer encouragement and advice on both mundane and overwhelming issues. They play tirelessly with Eli and make Jason laugh. Since Mom and I are both insomniacs, we share late night chats. She often thinks of something she forgot to tell me, and knocks on our bedroom door. Last night after she told me "one last thing" and left our room, Jason whispered, "She'll be back."
That is lovely. Both that you have it...and that you know you do! Sweeeeet!
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