Pumba

Ya, that's what we nicknamed my friend while we were at Bible School. I met her when we were both 19 and she was on my dorm hall. She was super hilarious...had her whole life sorted out...was going to marry her boyfriend and raise 8 kids in the jungles of Venezuela. Fast forward 10 years, and she is now married to a pastor, has 3 kids and lives in Indiana. She's always so great about calling us when she's near Calgary, visiting her family. Every time I see her, one of us has had another baby. So she came today with her 3 equally hilarious kids in tow. Huge smiles and funny giggles. Fun. I have fond memories of going to her parents house when we'd get a school break. We'd get such a bang out of her family (she has two younger brothers), who at the table would talk about the funniest things and everything was all so crazy funny. You'd smile so much that your face would hurt after awhile. They lived in a little old farm house and we'd cram into the living room and spare room and giggle til we fell asleep. It's been a LONG time since I've done that!! So good to get in touch with friends I had from when I was in that stage of life so I can feel young again and remember all those crazy days. It's funny though, that when I was in that stage, I couldn't wait to grow up, get married and have kids. And now here I am, in a super hard part of the journey where going out or having people over is a real challenge. Maybe I'll look back one day and say the same thing...oh to have a 2 and 4 year old again!!
Anyway, thanks Pumba, if you find this blog, for coming over and making me laugh again.