Did you ever have parent’s day at school? Parent’s Day and Grandparent’s Day were my most favorite days of elementary school. And, while I sit here in my office excitingly realizing our wedding is 3.5 days away, I am thrilled to have our parents be the first arrivals. Don’t you think it’s fitting that the people responsible for bringing us into this world are our first guests to grace us with their presence for this special weekend? The measure of excitement combined with happiness is tough for me to put into words; all I can say is that it’s like sitting in Mrs. Modeer’s 2nd grade class and it being Parent’s Day all over again.
I was child No. 5 and a far cry from being easy. I was a flat out shameful brat. I was a biter. I was a hitter. I was a crier. I was a screamer. I crayola’d the walls regularly. I cut my hair and/or allowed the babysitters to cut my hair. I was not ever the model student. I always loved a good challenge. I didn’t mind the taste of soap or being timed to finish my veggies/drink my milk. Through it all - - my parents NEVER stopped disciplining me and/or threw in their towels.
At the moment I have a cold – and it sucks. No scratch that, it’s total complete horse shit, it blows and its ginormously inconvenient! Last night I was thinking of the words I wanted to say during the rehearsal dinner to thank my parents. Every time I began thinking of the most perfect words to say I began crying, GREAT! Then I started to think, there are no words that come close to summing up how thankful I am to these two extraordinarily special people, my parents.
How do you find the words to thank two people you hold on the highest of any and all pedestals? Do you just wing it?
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