In between the bigger stuff, like our son Benson coming to visit for 2 weeks and then driving all over Europe together, there have been many pleasant days of just normal and slow "doings." This post will showcase those smaller moments that make life more stable, grounded, and fulfilling in other ways. At the beginning of February, I took the sister missionaries out for brunch again, this time in honor of Sister Quilter whose birthday we were celebrating.  Sister Perry, Sister Quilter, and Me . . . We went to the beloved restaurant here in town called Brunch Republic, ordering smoothies and a great assortment of brunchy platters . . . Mine was called the "Insane French" and consisted of French toast stacked like a sandwich, fontina cheese, ham, bacon, bechamel sauce, and a fried egg on top. Sister Quilter ordered the "Sweet and Salty" French toast, with berries and bacon, along with some popcorn chicken and fries on the side. Sister Perry ordered the "...