You would think after all these years that I wouldn’t be excited to see my mom and dad, but I do. Here I am, 47 years old, about to have a baby and I am anxiously awaiting my parents’ arrival. I live in LA, my parents live in New York and they’re headed out here for a little over a week and I am so looking forward to spending one-on-one time with them. Since I’ve moved to Los Angeles, I’ve found that my time with them is much more quality time because it’s concentrated time. I speak to my mom and dad every day-sometimes even multiples times a day to each of them. It’s fulfilling but it’s not as rewarding as knowing they will soon be here in my house, spending every day with me, coming to work with me, going to dinners, hanging out watching TV and going to movies. They are an integral part of my life and I love that even at the point I’m at in my career and in my personal life that I am just as excited today, knowing they’ll be here in eight days, as I would have been if I were 25 years younger. Can’t wait!