Hillbilly beach, Pool, & New Friends (Jan 20)

So, the kids wanted to go to the beach. But ya know, you can’t go every single day. Things like laundry (and blogging!) still need to happen. So they busted out all the each gear that is provided at the house and pretended they were at the beach. Though they had to improvise with squirt guns for the water. Cutest little hillbilly beach ever.

Eventually, they decided that they would be ok with swimming in the pool in lieu of the beach, even a beach as classy as they had set up. And even though it was only 58 degrees. And the pool is not heated. In case we hadn’t already established it, our children are crazy. Unsurprisingly: they didn’t last long.

New Friends

So. The first Sunday we were in church, another woman in Relief Society introduced herself and said that she and her family were nomading in an RV. And I was like ‘Oh shoot! I need to talk to them.’ Unfortunately, we didn’t have a chance to chat with them that day….

Then a few days later, I did an evening run to the Winn Dixie (I know right!? Winn dixie!? I’m not in Kansas any more!) And just as I parked, a family walked in front of the car. And I totally recognized the mom.

So, I went and asked if they were the nomading family, and I introduced myself. We ended up chatting in the parking lot for a good 20 minutes or so. And I invited them over!

Over the course of less than a week, we hung out with Travis and Aubrey (and their four kids) three times. Gotta strike while the iron is hot! Or, you know…while you’re all in the same town.

We had pizza and played games one night. Another night, their eldest watched all the kids so the adults could go out for (amazing) Mexican food, and lastly we did a movie night. It was all awesome.

And it would’ve been so easy to just completely miss out. If I hadn’t recognized Aubrey at the WinnDixie. Or if they had come out of the store 2 minutes earlier. Or if I had arrived two minutes later. I guess it was just meant to be.

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