Anyways.
Between dry heaves, I was struck with a thought. I mean, here I was in my childhood home, one week before moving away and trying something new, and I'm relying on my parents to bring me Gatorade and crackers. I realize my fiancé would do the same for me, but the reality of a parents love hit me hard. I finally realized:
You're never too old for my parents.
"But wait," you might be saying, "don't you mean that 'you're never too old for your own parents'?" No. I do not mean that. Because my parents are awesome. I don't know your parents. Your parents could suck. They might not. But I know they're not MY parents (unless you're my brother and you're reading this in which case, your parents do rock.)
In conclusion, my parents rock. Yours might too. But nobody outgrows the love that my parents give the world.