For these past few days Josh and I have taken glorious refuge at Mama Deane's country home in Yorktown, Virginia. Incase you're wondering "Wait, who's Mama Deane?" I'll catch you up. Josh met Deane Mills in Mozambique, Africa 2 summers ago at a Holy Given school. Since the girls are penned with 'mama' at the beginning of their names, she is endearingly called 'Mama Deane'. This is our 2nd stay at our home and it's just been wonderful. We have been relaxing and reading. I've gotten the church history down to less than 100 pages, although right now I've put it aside to delve into Mama Deane's extensive book collection. Mama Deane is even letting me cook which is hobby that I've missed dearly over the summer. Josh has continued to devote himself into the research of Catholicism with his focus being on the saints. So, that's pretty much what's been taking place on the yellow couch in the living room of Mama Deane's besides my first experience with an electric blanket. We are getting  refreshed, recharged and having sweet times with Jesus.