Uh . . . Thank you . . .

So how do you say "thank you" when that just doesn't really seem like it shows how much you mean it? My mom and dad have been a grand presence in my life, for my whole life. Growing up they were two of my greatest friends, and sometimes my worstest enemies. But they have always been there to support me, even when I made some really stupid decisions. And lately, they are going for Greatest Parents of the Universe. Though they fight openly, I know they love each other, and that I am one of the few things that they agreed on together in life. And now that I am about to be a mom myself I am truly looking forward to seeing them thrive as grandparents. It just so happened that I slipped up the other day while eating lunch with my folks and so now besides Jason and myself they are the only people that know the name of our daughter - for now - we hope to relay the name to the rest of the world in a few more days. But back to what this post it about. I have no clue how to thank my parents - words, hugs, kisses, etc. just don't seem to cut it from my point of view. In one month alone they have lent us their home (and for slightly longer their basement), bought us numerous pieces of furniture (baby crib, baby dressers, patio chairs, patio table, patio umbrella), but none of that compares to what they did for me today. And all of that proceeded this was quite a lot and worth every thoughtless penny. They came over and helped me eradicate the horrible plants that were what used to be my front yard. I wish I had taken a picture of what it looked like before - because it wasn't the worst yard ever, but it was cutting it close. ---- I began trying to attack it myself last night. And, boy, was that a not so bright idea. I think Jason was hoping I would give up and leave ugly enough alone. But from the first moments we saw the house I really couldn't take the curb appeal - as there was none to be had - so I said to myself as soon as humanly possible (pregnant or not) I am removing the old and replacing it with some new. Of the 7 shrubbery's that I had to eliminate I was able to remove one with a bit of help from Jason. As Jason was adamant that "he" would have nothing to do with it . . . and "I" would not let it go another minute the next day I called the only folks I could think of that could help me out, at least by bringing me over some tools. . . I really wasn't expecting to get the yard "DONE" in a 6 hour time frame. I had just thought that . . . "they have tools" and "they may be able to help a bit" Not "Dad will tear down the most hideous of the plants within 30 minutes and another 30 minutes (hours later) to remove the stump - And in his rendition os "TAWANDA" I heard him shout "DIE ROOT DIE" as one of my new neighbors emerged from his home and my dad completed the removal of shrubbery 7. I thought that I may get a few more of the 7 shrubs out and then later in the week I may get the last done. And My mom helped so much too (especially in the purchasing of the materials). So now my guilt complex comes back because I KNOW that they are in excruciating pain right now - I know I was and I only pulled one of those suckers up and the fact that they aren't as young and virile as they used to be - I want to Thank them and smack them all at the same time. I want them to be around to enjoy their grand babies when they are running around and grabbing hold of pinky fingers. So I am torn - how do you thank someone who did something above and beyond? Especially when they are your mom and dad . . . (My aunt, uncle, and cousin stopped by and lent a hand to the last heave hoe of the events and that too was much appreciated :) Thanks guys!) see . . . see how dorky that sounds!