The Rents!

My parents came to visit this weekend. I love these people, which is why you’re going to hear about them.

It’s really hard for me to decide exactly what to tell you about my mother and father. There are many, many, many stories I could tell you about the travels they took me on before I was even in high school, or the parental knowledge they’ve instilled on me throughout my 23 short years. But unfortunately for you those moments, memories, thoughts and whatever you want to call them are mine. Maybe I’ll share a few of them with you down the road, but for now I’ll keep them with me.

I will tell you that every time I sit down to have dinner with them I become incredibly overwhelmed with the amount of love I have for them. I look across the table at them and am just kind of dumbfounded with the emotion that I feel. I wouldn’t say that this feeling is completely new; I’ve more just realized exactly what they mean to me. These are the people that brought me into this world! Two years after moving to Utah and leaving home, my appreciation for my parents has become full. They don’t spoil me, they take care of me. They would never pay my rent! They will however take me to CostCo and drop about 400 dollars on me. And they would do it every time they came to visit if I would let them. They would never buy me a brand new car, but there is a fresh gallon of milk, a home cooked hunk of corned beef and a brand spankin’ new set of Tupperware for my daily lunches sitting in my kitchen. And those things speak volumes more than a new car ever would. A lot of people don’t understand when I tell them these sorts of things.

I suppose that my parents just raised me to appreciate the things that really matter and not to take the things I have, or receive for granted.

I could honesty rant and rave about my parents for pages and pages. But as I said before, you’ll have to wait to hear more about them.