They didn't land until 11pm Thursday night, and by the time we got back to our house, it was really late, but not late enough for my dad to turn down a glass of cognac and shrimp chips. We stayed up and just talked and laughed until everyone got too tired. The next day, we met my dad's friend, Bac Dan, out in Eden Center for lunch and spent the majority of the afternoon relaxing and watching old episodes of "Family Feud". Now anyone that knows my family knows that my parents are quite the dancers. They go dancing every weekend, and one of their musician friends recommended a dance lounge for them to check out in the DC area. So we while getting ready to go out that night, my dad somehow mistakens shaving cream for hair mousse (this is after he shaved with the protective cap still on his razor). After all that chaos, we head out to V3, expecting the typical lounge targeted towards the older Asian crowd, but instead were greeted with the loud sounds of Usher's "OMG" and a dark room with green and red laser lights. Obviously, this was not at all what we were expecting, so needless to say, we left. But, my go-with-the-flow parents just came up with a plan b. We stopped by this little market nearby, bought some snack foods, came back and just relaxed, and the night couldn't have been more perfect.
|At the train station with Dad|
|and of course, a photo with mom!|
I woke up this morning and made my parents breakfast before taking them to the train station to continue their east coast trip. And as I watched them get on the train, I felt my eyes well up with tears. I then realized that I really missed my parents, and was going to miss them now that they're leaving. We didn't do anything particularly special, but it was so nice and comforting to have them around. I don't know if its the years I've spent living here without them, or the fact that I'm on the journey towards parenthood myself, but today I realized that the reason my parents drive me crazy at times was really because they love me like crazy all the times. I have this renewed appreciation for my parents, and I hope I never forget this feeling. If my daughter can one day feel about me what I feel for my parents, I will be so happy with that!