My parents came to visit last week and stayed for 4 sleeps. I think we put them to work every time they are here. My mother spent the entire time either playing with Rowan or on her hands and knees cleaning the house. My father was luckier this visit because he got to leave us for 2 days and head to a conference in Cornwall. If he had been in the house though, you can be sure we would have had him working out in the yard or doing maintenance around this place. You see, we had to have the house in tip top shape for Friday because the photographer came to take the listing photos. It's not that we don't want to *visit* with my folks. It just seems like they come at the most opportune (or inopportune) times. There seems to always be something to be done when they are here (you know, renovate a kitchen, pack, move, move again, cook a turkey dinner, dig post holes, put up a fence in the snow, clean up after Richardson-Christmas,...).

So, have I ever mentioned that I have the best parents on the planet? Have you heard me say out loud that they have bailed me out of more than a few tough spots over the past couple of years and if it wasn't for them, I'd be locked up somewhere? NO? Well then, that conversation has been going on long enough in my head and it's time to get it out there! It's true. I may seem like a determined, strong and independent woman but that's only because I have the knowledge that if I need anything at all, my parents will be the first in-line to be there to lend a hand. Without them, I would be nothing at all.