Last Saturday, I woke up at 4:00am to catch a 6:30am flight to Orange County to surprise my mom. My dad was in on the plan and I was worried my mom would figure us out, but when I rang the doorbell with Starbucks in hand it was clear from the expression on her face that she was completely surprised.
We moved up to San Francisco five months ago, and my parents visited us two months ago, but with the exception of my semester abroad this is the longest I've gone without seeing my parents. I speak to my mom once a day (sometimes multiple times a day) and could tell that it was time for a visit, especially since we'll be spending Thanksgiving up here with Ian's family and not going to my hometown until Christmas. Plus, my mom's birthday is in mid-December so I figured this was the perfect present.
Typically when I'm home so is the rest of my family and there are friends to see and errands to run, but this weekend I kept things really simple. We did some leisurely Christmas shopping, we had lunch at a favorite spot, we walked on Balboa Island, we lingered over coffee in the morning and wine at night. Now that I'm back in San Francisco I can tell that I needed the visit just as much as my mom (and dad) did.