I love my parents. Really, I do.
Yesterday I skipped work and drove to NOVA. I picked up my Mom from the place where she works, and she took me out to lunch. Then I dropped her back off and did some grocery shopping for her at Wegmans. (Wegmans, by the way, is one of the most amazing grocery stores ever - and this opinion from the girl that hates shopping.) I got the stuff home and took a nap, and woke up a few hours later to smell FOOD. I had an incredible steak dinner (and some excellent wine) with my parents, complete with the usual substantive conversation and watching a replay of the day's earlier Tour de France segment.
My parents are such nerds. I love them so much. The older I get, the more I really appreciate having a HOME to go back to, having support and love that I can always rely on, and having two of the best friends anyone could ask for. It's strange because I'm becoming more and more independent, but at the same time I'm getting a lot closer to them emotionally. It's a good balance, I think. I'm relying on myself, and learning how important it is to be surrounded by good people - and to be there for all the good people in your own life. More than anything, trips home like that help me keep my perspective. Dad gave me the same advice he gives for most things...
"Well, just keep your sense of humor about it, and you'll be fine."
How true.
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