We just had an awesome weekend visit with my parents. They flew in on Friday afternoon, and I just got home from taking them to the airport now. Still haven't quite stopped crying, but that always stops after a few hours of not thinking about the fact that they are 11 hours in a car, 2 in a plane, and just a phone call away. Still knowing that they going back home, without me always makes me sad. I always said I wanted to get out of Utah, but now that I am, I just want to go back. Or bring them all here. I love that it's 64 degrees outside, and I am not in the Utah snow. I do wish that they all lived here so that we could have fun like that everyday or at least more often then every few months. I miss that my little nephews are growing up everyday yet I don't get to see it. I don't get to be around to spoil them, get them hyper and loaded with sugar and then send them back with their parents for the detox. I feel like I'm missing out in everyone's lives, yet I'm the only one that cares that I am not there. I think that I am starting to realize that no one needs me there. I know that these are just thoughts of an irrational emotional woman, but I feel it none the less. I'll have a real post in a day or so when I get all the pictures downloaded.