The visit itself was wonderful.
My mom cooked too much.
My dad complained that I was too thin and then fed me continuously for nine days.
I slept later than seven in the morning for the first time since I became a parent.
By the end, though, I was ready to see my husband and kids again.
My dad had already planned to fly back with me.
He was going to stay with us for three weeks.
He wanted to spend time with the grandchildren.
According to him, Mark also needed someone to teach him how to grill properly.
Mark does not agree with this assessment.
So on the morning we left, Dad and I arrived at the airport earlier than necessary.
We left home early because my father believes missing a flight is a moral failure.
We checked our bags and got coffee.
Then we joined the security line.
