For those of you who know my parents, you already know what great people they are. For those of you who don't, let me paint a better picture.
My parents live in Northern California--an 11 hour drive away, or an hour and forty minute plane ride to Salt Lake International.
When I was eight weeks pregnant with Luke and Lexie, I had already been on strict bed rest for a week. Logan and I knew that we probably needed help. Enter Mom and Dad. When they realized that we needed some help, they were in Arizona making funeral arrangements for my Grandpa, who had days left. Because of their good and willing hearts, they decided to divide and conquer. My dad stayed in AZ for a while longer and mom was sent on a plane to come to Salt Lake City. They didn't hesitate one moment and just made it happen.
I remember the day mom showed up. Neither of us knew how long she would be with us--how long she would be away from my dad, how long she would be couped up in our small second bedroom.
For the next FIFTEEN WEEKS she stayed by our side and sacrificed more than any person I have ever seen. Dad eventually made it back to California to hold down the fort and came out to Salt Lake three different times to lend love and support. Who is lucky enough to have parents willing to do so much on the behalf of another? Well, me!
During the four long months that my mom was here she gave and gave and gave. I look around my house now and am reminded all that she did for us as I see groceries she purchased, towels she folded, hat looms she bought to help me pass the time, and SO SO much more.
While she was here she accomplished so much to make our lives easier. You'd be amazed!! Seriously.
She lived away from her husband for almost four months! That in itself is total and complete sacrifice.
She made every meal for me and Logan everyday. And when I say meal I mean amazing meals.
She bought groceries three to four times a week and hauled them up and down the stairs by herself, constantly.
She drove me to all of my doctors appointments, and waited many hours in the waiting room.
She picked up my prescriptions at the pharmacy for me.
She dusted and vacuumed my house.
She did all of the laundry.
She visited the hospital everyday and spent hours with me, even when I was a total grouch.
She did some Christmas shopping for me.
She purchased, set up, and decorated a Christmas tree to put in our home.
She drove Logan to the dealership to drop off his car.
She made sure Logan had something to take for lunch everyday.
She bought yarn for me to make baby hats.
She loaded and unloaded our dishwasher at least twice a week.
She cooked a Thanksgiving meal.
She got me books and movies to read and watch.
She made lots of desserts.
She got me lunch out once in a while, when I actually felt like eating.
She answered every ring on my bedside bell for months. We're talking ten times a day at least. That's a lot!
She decorated my hospital room.
She put together Christmas stockings for each of us.
She bought Logan a new snow brush for his car.
She got me my favorite snacks.
She painted my toenails twice.
She shaved my legs for me often.
She led by example and went to church every Sunday, to my ward, a ward in which she knew no one.
She went and bought us new bed pillows at my request.
She organized my spice/recipe book/baking cabinet.
She found a bedside table for me to use early on.
She gave us hope by getting excited for the arrival of our twins.
I could go on and on. Truly. I will add to this list over the week as I think of other things. We wouldn't have made it as far as we did if it were not for the love and HUGE sacrifices made by my parents. We are more grateful than we could ever express and know that we can never make it up to them.
Thanks Mom and Dad. We are so very lucky to have you both.
