Stephen's parents rented a gigantic house for the whole crew to stay in while we were down in Morro Bay last week. This is the first time, at least since I've been part of the family, that we've all shared the same vacation space. There's something about staying up late to talk or play games with folks that you see in their PJ's the next morning that just makes you feel closer to them. You know what I mean?
The digs were great. What I wouldn't give for a garage game room, deer in the yard and amazing views of the ocean every day. . .
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