We were able to attend our all-church retreat this past summer. The kids and I went on Thursday while Phil had to work one more night shift before joining us on Friday afternoon. Let’s just say that my having to pack up the five of us, load up all our gear, drive us over to Biola, get us checked in, find our room, get everything unloaded and settled, walk ourselves to the dining hall, help each kid get food and start eating, get them checked into the childcare room, get myself to the chapel, get everyone checked out again, walk back to our room, get them all ready for bed and finally sleeping, then to wake up to repeat the performance for breakfast and the morning meeting… well, it was no easy feat and I almost burst into tears when Phil finally arrived while we were at the pool for the afternoon swim time. I don’t know, something about Jonah turning three and finally out of diapers made me think this was somehow doable. It kind of was and it kind of wasn’t. No pictures during that time because of all of the above.