I'm a snob.

We just got home from a quick trip to California where I discovered something very important about myself. After checking into a Travelodge late Sunday night, I immediately realized that I am not a Travelodge kind of person. I spent a sleepless night on very questionable sheets and Mike, sensing my discomfort, suggested we check out first thing in the morning. Thank goodness. We found our way to the Marriott and basked in the luxury of the down comforter and fluffy pillows. It was then that I decided that if we are going to be staying in a hotel, it better be a whole lot nicer than our house (which I think is pretty nice, by the way). I guess I should blame my parents. They introduced me to luxury at a young age, and I totally took it for granted.

While in California, we were able to spend time with these good friends as they buried their sweet baby Janie. It was a beautiful funeral. I am glad we were able to be there. There is so much hope to be found in the gospel of Jesus Christ. I admire their strength and faith. They are remarkable people.

Mabel and Oliver had lots of fun swimming and watching movies with Grampa while we were gone. When I asked them if they missed us, they said they missed Stella (I guess I'll take that as a no). They couldn't get enough of her this morning. There was lots of kissing and silly baby talk going on in my bed.

We came home to see that the 1300 square feet of grass Mike spent all day Saturday installing didn't die while we were gone. Phew.

p.s. Congratulations to my brother, Matt, who welcomed Miss Sadie Britton P. into their family this week!