Sunday we crashed at my parents while the Realtor was showing our house. Mom fed us both lunch and dinner, and played with the kids while Husband and I napped. I mentioned to my Dad that I could use another load of firewood. We left with hugs and leftovers. Monday morning, my Dad called... On his way with a load of firewood. He unloaded it all, and brought an armload in the house. Tonight my parents are coming so that I may have a brief respite while my husband is away. Oh how I will miss them when we move!