My in-laws visited us last week for a few days. We haven’t seen them for almost two years because they’ve been working in the Democratic Republic of the Congo as missionaries.
Yep, Africa. So, as you can imagine, there were lots of hugs and quite a few snuggles.
And because they’re quality grandparents, there were lots of presents. Some were lovely knick-knacks and cool do-dads (these are technical terms, of course) from Africa, while others were more sentimental gifts.
My mother-in-law gave the girls the Madame Alexander dolls she had played with as a little girl, complete with bed and wardrobe.
They were a huge hit. After decades of peace and quiet, these poor dolls were dressed and undressed within an inch of their lives. They are, no doubt, up in the dollhouse as I type, utterly exhausted from all the affection they have received these passed few days.
Poor dollies. Love hurts.
My father-in-law gave Will the microscope and lab set he had played with as a child. Will loved it. LOVED it. He loved it so much that I now realize that he is going to have a future in the C.S.I. business. I only hope that it’s C.S.I Miami, so that when I visit him I can see the beach as well. Plus, I just don’t want him getting involved with any showgirls from C.S.I Las Vegas.
I’ll be posting more of my Will-as-a-forensic-specialist thoughts on a future post.
I know you’re all just waiting now with bated breath.
After receiving all these lovely items, I had nothing to give my in-laws except love, delicious food, and a trip to one of our favorite places in Indianapolis- the downtown library.
It was an even trade, obviously.
All in all, it was a simply lovely visit with my in-laws. Not too fussy, not too hurried, not too rushed.
However, I realized as I was editing all the photographs I took over the past few days that I only took four decent pictures with my in-laws actually in them.
Whoops. We really need Grandma and Grandpa to hurry back for another visit, so I can rectify that situation.
Eden agrees that they should come again quickly. In fact, she was overheard saying, “Grandma and Grandpa should visit again soon! And bring us more stuff!”
You’ve got to love five year olds. No really, you’ve got to. I think it’s a law.