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Yesterday Marcus, the babies and I made a quick trip to our hometown (about 170 miles from where we lived). We drove up so I could attend my sister's baby shower. I told Marcus last night that I loved going "home" to his parents house because it reminds me of Christmas break and it almost always feels like a vacation.

We weren't even there for 24 hours but I enjoyed my time reading, talking with my mother in law, sermon writing (well I kind of enjoyed this), watching the babies so obviously at ease in their grandparents home.

I'm glad we went even though it meant waking up at 5:00 this morning driving for 2.5 hours and then pretty much immediately preaching a sermon.