They drive the 427 miles to your house during the holiday season and snow and spend hundreds of dollars to watch you sing in a choir as a backup for Bocelli:
(picture taken backstage right before the concert with other choir members)
They come bearing gifts for your boys that make their faces light up and make them feel special and loved:
And gifts that make lots of noise which their Mom knows is really payback for all the times she interrupted her Mom while she was on the phone or trying to use the bathroom. And just because her little boy loves it so much, she smiles and takes the karma with gratitude:
When just hours after driving the 427 miles they put on Santa outfits for your church party, because all attempts at getting a Santa there fell through for the activities coordinators. They sit in a hot stuffy room and smile and visit with the (many, many, many) little kids and give them toys:
And never once complain.
I love you Mom and Dad. I don't know how I was lucky enough to be your daughter, but you're awesome and you mean the world to me.