...Time with my parents. This weekend, they were in Carlsbad for a conference, and so I went to hang out with them during their free time yesterday. My mom and I oohed and aahed at the beautiful presentation of food and decor at their hotel, rubbed fingernails through lunch, and had insightful conversation about "faux relating" through technological means (such as gchat and facebook). My dad and I laughed at my mom's musing about harp players, started a facebook account for him, and discussed propositions on this year's ballot. But my favorite part of the afternoon was sitting on the couch in their room, talking about life and what it looks like to love people well. It wasn't some formal discourse; it was just sharing deeply with my parents, adult to adult, but still parent to child. And, there's just something about getting to hug them, and be near them that I so cherish, and that a phone call doesn't satisfy. It certainly was a precious gift.
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