"Are they here yet?" "How much longer till they get here?" "Can I call and see if they're in a traffic jam?" "Has it been an hour yet?" "Can I wait outside and look for them?"
My parents left Michigan at 4:00 am Friday morning and spent the day driving here to visit for a long weekend. I call that sacrificial love; they call it fun and games because it means time with their grand-kids.
My boys woke up Friday morning asking how much longer before they arrived. Despite answering the same thing, over and over, "They will be here around 5:00 at dinner time," they continued to ask. All day long. Every hour. Seemingly almost every minute.
When the doorbell rang at 4:30-something, the boys bounded down the stairs, flung the door open, and tackled my parents with hugs.
Grandma got creative and played game after game after game while the rain poured. It was kinda nice, actually, to have a slow morning at home and enjoy coffee, the newspaper, talking with my dad, and easing into the day. Oh yes, and it was nice that my husband made breakfast for all of us. He's the bacon expert in our family.
Babies on hips, balls in the river, flooded greens... all part of the fun.
Suffice it to say, our time together was sweet and wonderful from the minute they arrived and were tackled with hugs!