A few weeks ago my parents called and asked if it was fine if they come and visit for a few days. Had they heard me singing the hallelujah chorus in my head, and seen the light in our kids eyes when they saw them at the airport they wouldn’t have needed an answer. I'm pretty sure Mike enjoyed the “outlaws” visit as well.

After they arrived we realized they had come down last year at the exact same time to help us move, meaning we've lived in this house for a year. Who would have thought?

Did I mention they babysat so we could go out? Twice in fact. It was great.