Oh, Canada...

you stole my parents again.  Mom and Dad left for Canada yesterday, and the house feels empty, and coffee tastes better when shared.  I have to do my own laundry again (egads!), and Dad didn't leave a pile of random stuff on the counter last night.  I miss them.

Laughing, hanging out at the dining room table.

Enjoying the grandkids.

Doing household chores simply because it means you are at home.

Walking in the sunshine, breathing in the scent of spring.

And then they were gone. 

But not for long.

See you soon, Mom and Dad.