For several weeks, we have been looking forward to a visit from my family. With the exception of my dad, we haven't seen them since Christmas time. It's actually the longest I have ever gone without seeing my family (sad, I know).
So it seemed perfect that this past week my dad had a conference in Denver and it was my mom and brothers' spring break. Tuesday was the day they planned on driving out.
And then...they didn't. There was a massive snow storm that closed I-80 through Wyoming and left I-70 through the mountains a blizzard zone with crazy amounts of snow and ice. After debating, postponing, and pleading, the trip was cancelled. I won't lie: there were tears. My dad still flew out since he had to make a presentation at the conference (but it was too expensive to fly all four of them out on a flight that day). As grateful as we were for that, it was a MAJOR disappointment to not see my mom and brothers.
My dad brought all the goodies for the boys that my mom had planned on bringing: books, fudge, and four dozen Easter eggs stuffed with money and candy.