If I celebrated Christmas then I guess their arrival would have been just like Christmas in September. But I don't so it wasn't. It was just like my mom and dad coming with a lot of suitcases filled with stuff for us, around which they had tucked their underwear and socks. Who needs to observe the Feast of Saturnalia with pine trees in the living room when you can have this instead?
They brought books in English for me and new shoes for the boys. They brought us unscented lotion and vegetable peelers that function properly.
They brought us coffee from Tony
And music books from Winn
We celebrated their first night by opening a bottle of Italian wine from a case that Sorin brought two weeks ago when he, Ioana, Paul and Sergio visited. I saved some for just this moment so that I could drink it with my dad.
We got a super cool package from Mia and Carlo and Michael and Lisa and now we have our first fly swatter and the kids got a "taste" of Santa Cruz that they had been missing.
And Luci gets to wake up in the morning and say "I'm going downstairs to see my grandma."
Mostly what we got was the warm fuzzy feeling that doesn't come from the tangible but rather from the knowledge that we've got a great set of friends and we are fortunate to have them in our lives even if they don't come to visit us like they promised.
But really, thanks guys.
We're stoked.
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