running out of titles for posts about friends. a good problem.

June 6th. Tommy starts work.

Also June 6th, Cheryl sends and email to everyone saying they are coming to live in Vero Beach.

Crazyness!

Jeremy arrived here that week, and Cheryl and their two young boys came a few days later. Because of the crazy time constraints, they had to live with Jeremy's sister and her family until they found a place. Did I mention she and her husband also have two children? So the population in the in-laws' house literally doubled overnight!

And here we were. Sitting in too much space. God said- offer your space, silly!

We were using the two twin beds that came with the house in the "guest room" - but Cheryl mentioned that her two year old would probably want to sleep with them. So, trying to be extra accommodating, I found amazingly on-sale set of king-sized sheets and a fancy connector thingy (which ended up being a foot wide cut of an egg crate bed topper). The two twins became one king, and there was enough room next to it for the one year old to sleep in a pack-n-play. I do hope it was cozy!

There was a moment or two when I thought- we don't know these people. Not that I was thinking that they could be... marauders or anything.... (yeah, I just wanted to use the word "marauders"... Cheryl and Jeremy and two little boys knocking down our door with horses and using torches on our furniture....). But, while in Gainesville, the four of us never actually hung out... at all. We had gotten to the point where we recognized them, and that is all. We were technically in the same small group for Bible study, but always seemed to come on opposite nights and sat on opposite sides of the building during church services.

They stayed with us only three or four days. During that time, during naps and lunches and Pooh movies, Cheryl and I got to talk and talk while the guys were at work. I found out about her family, she found out about mine. And it's always a good sign of a friendship when you can make fun of each other. Tommy and I found out that Jeremy plays the guitar, too. Since those few days, they have just... well, "jammed" as much as I think that sounds lame... several times since. And whilst the jam is happening, Cheryl and I can just talk. So good.

Nope, we sure didn't mind God stuck them with us for a few days - another piece of our global family right where we are and right when we feel the most alone.