Hug my kid for me
Sunday September 19th 2010, 11:00 pm
Filed under: Family,Friends

I heard it from both sides today.

Our friend Jean, Marguerite‘s mom, flew off to go visit her grandson, Marguerite’s nephew. He’s in the bishopric in the student ward where he’s finishing his doctorate.

And there, sitting in that church in Ann Arbor, was our daughter Michelle.

Jean has known Michelle since she was a year old.  Both of them had this jaw-on-the-ground moment of, What are YOU doing here?!

The answer, of course, was, finding themselves feeling very, very loved and treasured and suddenly very much at home.

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oh, what a perfectly wonderful moment! running into love is always such a day-maker. 🙂

Comment by lori 09.20.10 @ 4:51 am

It’s a small world after all…

Comment by Channon 09.20.10 @ 6:10 am

These small world incidents just keep happening. Wonderful!I just found out that our bishop’s brother is a school teacher in my hometown and lives in my uncle’s house.

Comment by Sherry in Idaho 09.20.10 @ 7:14 am

We keep saying there’s no such thing as coincidence, so …

Comment by Don Meyer 09.20.10 @ 9:26 am

I wonder if it’s still the same chapel I went to church during fifth and sixth grade during my dad’s stint at the U of M.

Comment by LauraN 09.20.10 @ 2:42 pm

Also, my sister has had that experience. She came to church with us when we lived in San Jose and ran into someone she went to church with in VA. It makes the locals laugh when the visitors are suddenly greeting each other like old friends.

Comment by LauraN 09.20.10 @ 2:44 pm

Sweet. You’ve got me smiling through a little mist.

Comment by twinsetellen 09.20.10 @ 6:16 pm

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