Visit with Parental units..

I took a ride up to my parents yesterday. Just me.. No kids in tow. No listening to music I don't like. No listening to bickering in the back seat. It was a nice way to clear my head. Its about a 35 minute ride without traffic. I was pleasantly surprised to see my oldest brother there when I arrived and the four of us sat in the kitchen and had a nice chat. I have to admit that when I walked in and hugged my Dad (extra-long hug) the tears just started flowing, so I took a bathroom break so he wouldn't see. When you see the one who used to take care of you, the big strong Dad who could do anything, in a predicament of such a precarious nature, you feel really helpless. In his case, even the doctors are bewildered, which doesn't leave me feeling so confident. But.. all we can do is wait and see.

Anyway, I love going to my parents house and being the kid. Theres just such comfort level when you walk through the door, even though this isn't the house I grew up. I never lived where they live because they bought after I was already out and married. But still, I could curl up and nap if I wanted to .. or throw on a blanket and snuggle in front of the T.V. I don't think there is anywhere in the world where you feel as at home (as your own house..) than your parent's house. (that is if you are lucky enough to have a good relationship with your parents) :)

We had a nice dinner out at Applebees'.. just the three of us (again, me doing the whole"kid" thing was nice) and went back to the house before I headed home.

I asked my father if there is anything he hasn't done that he would like to do. He replied that he wants to go out West. I loved hearing that. He wants to see Mount Rushmore and the Grand Canyon and Monticello. My hopes for him are that he gets to go.