My parents got a smokin' deal on SWA. They were visiting the rest of my siblings in Utah and flew to visit us last week. I think they'd take the one-hour flight over an often snowy, icy, eight-plus-hour drive any day.
Amy and Misha were back in school, so Kristen hung out with Grandma and Grandpa all day long and LOVED it. She ventured down to the basement first thing in the morning to say, "Grandma, it's time to get up and get dressed." Fortunately, my parents are early risers and were already awake. It was a nice relaxing week for all of us.
We dropped them off at the airport Saturday morning, got them checked in and handed them over to the capable hands of a "wheelchair" guy. My dad is having knee-replacement surgery next month and never would have made it walking through two huge airports. It was pretty slick; and we were grateful to know they were being taken care of.
P.S. Happy 46th Anniversary Mom and Dad. You're a great example.