We are still searching for a church to call home. This is made exponentially more difficult because of the age of our children, who are now resisting going to church at all. Rachel has been attending a church where she knows the choir director so she can sing there (and so she won't have to sit near me on Sunday morning). Quinn tends to shuffle alongside us on Sundays and pretend like he isn't there.
Today, we all agreed to attend a church together. As we approached the door to the building, a high school classmate shouted, "Quinn?! What are you doing here?!"
Interesting (and unfortunate) choice for welcoming committee member. . . .
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