So tonight, we accepted an invitation from a local Presbyterian pastor and his family; to come for dinner and hang out with other 30-somethings... who are also pastors.
So, the crew was John and Meg with Robbie and Ellie; and Paul and Emily, Moses, Phoebe and Oliver. (eliminating last names for the privacy of them... not necessarily myself!)
We had a delightful evening... the only requirement was to not wear "Preacher" clothes... Dinner, conversation and lots of laughs due to either life situational stories (gotta tell about yourself so your new friends will know a bit about you) or the kids who spent the evening playing very well together and then dressing up the parrot puppet with Robbie's clothes.
The best conversation went something like this.
"Momma, I'm four now... can people who are four use a knife?"
"With parent supervision, yes."
"Well, I cut the cake into pieces for me and the other kids.... and I put my hand on the end, not the sharp end, but the other..."
Like we all say, it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission... right?
Now, that conversation was preceeded by Robbie telling us that they were playing house and he was the baby, so he was coming out for plates, so they could eat dinner... and asking us for suggestions of what to eat... Silly me, threw out this elaborate menu (totally thinking they were planning a pretend meal...) His mother, the much wiser of the group, knew better... and was attempting to steer him away from the leftover cake that he really was planning on serving.
And so... we're making friends... slowly and one dinner date at a time... coincidentally, 4 of the 6 at dinner tonight are 34!!! Nice to find a group of young pastors in the same town... how often this group gets together... one never knows... we don't have the kids yet, to drag to a play date... but again... in time, in time!
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