Amo a mis papas

Talking to my parents really makes life better.  Seriously.  I just got off Skype with my parents, after a few weeks of not talking to them, and now all is right with with world.  (Even though my house is still a disgusting disaster, I'm still not packed, I'm still a million emails behind on my calling, hours short at work, have a broken car, am out of shape to the point it's affecting my health, behind in every form of social contact possible, etc.)

Actually, on Sunday, I came home and had a long (crying) talk with Heavenly Father.  And most things have been better since then.  When He says "Ask, and ye shall receive"--he means it.  Wonderful, immediate, direct answers to that prayer.  And I've felt at peace since then.

But just now, when I was feeling ok, working on packing, Father called.  And now, an hour later, things are really right in the world.  I just LOVE my parents.  There are not words adequate to explain how I feel about them, how they enrich my life. 

I just needed to document that right now.

:) 

And bonus:  Since it appears I may never blog about Panama, a couple of pictures:

  Really? What could you possibly not love about that?