We typically go visit my parents once a week. Although they live less than 20 minutes away, and my girls want me to take them every day, the going and coming is usually a production—my girls pack up things to take; they always want to eat while we are there; and they are always sad to leave. So, it’s always a several hour process.

A couple of weeks ago, the girls asked if we could go over for breakfast one morning, but morning chores and school lessons take time to complete so we didn’t get there for breakfast—but we did arrive before noon. I wasn’t planning to stay long, but I took along a quilt to work on anyway because I like to have something to do with my hands while visiting.

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