The weekend is over and life is returning to it's normal rhythms. I don't get to see WCG2 very often nowadays, what with us living 2,576 miles apart (although I've always said you can get anywhere in an hour if you drive fast enough), but they both made the trek from Spokane for a few days of quality time with their first grandaughter (that we know of). Oh, and us, too. Trips to see family can be stressful (e.g. Christmas for the last ten years) but it was absolutely great having them around and watching them take to Cheeky.
It's interesting how having a child of your own can change your perception of people and life in general. Spending time with the parental units this weekend felt different than it has in the past. Granted, in the years since I struck out on my own I've followed a very independent path, and my parents and I don't always see eye-to-eye on everything. But it's always been a good relationship, even from a distance, and I've loved and respected them for all they've done for me and my siblings. And seeing them this time through the eyes of parent I suddenly understood something about the intensity of love you feel for your children even if they don't always call, or they just show up on weekends to dump off their laundry, or you have to pay for their car to be fixed AGAIN.
Watching them play with Cheeky, and seeing them look at me as an adult--and as their child--gave me this incredibly warm feeling inside which was both familiar and new, and which a verbally challenged lug like me has a hard time describing. But it was precious, and I hope that someday Cheeky will look at Claud and I and know that we love her unconditionally and will always feel safe and special with us.
This one's for you, Mom and Dad...I love you guys!