Liz awoke uncharacteristically early the day before she, and her family, were to leave for their vacation. Normally, when not working, Liz would have happily slept through Marcus's alarm, possibly breakfast as well. Still, today there were things to do, and she was feeling better rested just for being on Vacation.<br/><br/>Liz rolled over in bed, not yet wanting to get up, her hand sliding across Marcus's chest, she put a leg up over his, and kissed his shoulder, which was really just the part of him her lips reached first.<br/><br/>"Morning, love," she said, "happy first day of vacation."<br/><br/>If there was one thing Liz was usually happy about, it was time off from work. Despite her career, which was significant, she'd found time to raise children, and their unconventionality aside, she was extremely proud of her accomplishments in that regard. The unconventionality of her family, did not really contribute to her pride, but neither did it detract from it. It was the method by which, she believed she, and Marcus, had come to be happy, and free in their family, and since they'd come to that understanding, she'd found their life happier than most. In her eyes, it would have been unthinkable, to be like some other family.