The hardest part about visiting family is the packing... and not because I have too much to fit into the suitcase (which I do), but because packing implies that I am leaving loved ones behind.
As my parents age, this process becomes even more difficult. We have learned not to take our parents for granted; that although they may seem healthy and active, that doesn't mean they will be around forever. We learned this the hard way after losing both of my husband's parents in a 23-month period.
So when it's time to leave, my heart tightens a bit.
Our one-week trip is ending, but we have beautiful memories to take back with us.
My parents had all three of their children with them for the first time in almost three years.
Although some of the grandkids were missing, my mother truly enjoyed her time with Bianca and Nicholas.
My brothers and I all have July birthdays.
My sweet sister-in-law prepared a surprise birthday celebration for us.
we are getting old.
A chef came to our home and made the best paella...
It was a wonderful day.
...and a wonderful trip.