No matter how old I get, there are times when I just want my mom and dad. For the month of September, I got my wish.
Maybe I went crazy furniture shopping and arranging the weekend before their arrival. Maybe I went crazy buying chocolates for the nightstands. Maybe I drove crazy to the Zürich airport, arriving almost 90 minutes early. One thing is certain, by the time Mom and Dad's luggage was unpacked and their feet up, I was the one in bed by 7:30 p.m. with a migraine. But before I went, I got to lay my head in my momma's lap and have her rub my scalp and play with my hair. I could barely keep my eyes open because of the light and I wanted to throw up, but life was good.
There were so many highlights of our time together - and I can't wait to tell you about the festival bringing the cows down from the Alps, but I just have to say how proud I am of my parents. The grueling flights, the new things they tried (Dad and real coffee, Mom and the orange fruit thing), the schedule we kept, the technology they embraced, the paths we walked, the conversations we had, it reminded me how much I like my parents. I love my parents, but I like them too.
And that has nothing to do with wishing on a star.