Parents

My mom and dad came the week we had Griffin. They arrived the day before we went into the hospital and left a couple days after we got home. They were the first people to meet my sweet little guy, waiting at the hospital for hours. When we came home, the house was spotless, out fridge was stocked, dinner was made. I cried.

At some point during my hospital stay, I sent my dad a text message in the middle of the night. It went something like this:

I need you to go to the store for me. I need Tucks pads, Miralax, and Newborn diapers.

A) I am grateful that I can text my father and tell him that I need Tucks pads and Miralax - does anyone else have that type of relationship with their dad? B) Why didn't we have diapers? It wasn't like we didn't know we were going to bring home a baby that week. We knew a few weeks ahead of time, in fact. Babies need diapers. Again, why didn't we have those?

When we got home, in addition to the forementioned nicities, everything on my list was there waiting - in bulk. There two huge tubs of Tucks pads (I think I used them all) and two massive bottles of Miralax. There were FOUR boxes of newborn diapers (108 diapers per box) plus another 200-and-something count of size 1 and 2 diapers.

 I was so grateful then, and even more grateful now after a trip to Sam's this morning.

 When I saw just how much a box of diapers cost, I was floored. I then went and checked out the price of Tucks pads and Miralax. I love my parents. I love that they were there for us in every way that week: physically, emotionally, and financially, apparently. I am so thankful for their wonderful example of what great parents are. I am so thankful that they are mine.