Taken back 31 years...

Okay - today the most amazing thing happened. I went to the place where our kitchen cupboards are in process of being designed to talk to them before coming to mainland. While I was chatting with the people a woman comes up and starts to ask a few question - I am standing about 3 feet from her and watching her.

I am thinking to myself - this looks like someone I know. I listened to her voice and I am really thinking this has to be her.

I say 'Laurel' and she looks at me - she is trying to figure this out - I look at the cupboard people and say, 'she doesn't remember me but I almost gave birth to my first born in her house 31 years ago'.

Needless to say she freaked and we hugged and hugged. Oh my goodness.

The night I went into labour at 7 months pregnant - Tim and Laurels' husband Manny (who was the best man at our wedding) were out of town working. I was having a visit and sleepover at Laurel's house. In the middle of the night after laying in bed for a couple of hours with these cramps in my stomach I started to worry so I tried to wake her up. She was so sound asleep she wouldn't wake up - so I went into the kitchen and turned on lights and banged cupboards trying to get her to wakeup.

Finally she came into the kitchen and said something like 'oh, just have a cup of tea, it can't be labour your only 7 months'. Kind of like saying -DON'T BE A WEANY haha. To make a long story short - we called the doctor, called an ambulance and I had that tea. We told the ambulance it wasn't an emergency so they didn't rush. When I told Laurel I was going to BE SICK she ran for the pot and put it under my face just in time.

It was about that time we both started to panic. I couldn't walk around anymore - the pain was much worse. Finally the ambulance arrived and off to the hospital I went asking Laurel to make the call to my parents and people at the office so they could phone Tim. About an hour later one special first born came into the world at 3lbs 11oz.

And here is a pic of that baby all grown up at his sister's wedding last summer. Oh, and by the way, Laurel is Brad's godmother. I sent her some pics by email tonite and she wrote back and said, 'wow - that tiny little "beeper" baby is all grown up'. When Brad came home from the hospital he was hooked up to a heart rate monitor that went 'beep, beep, beep' with his heart rate.

Wow, I move to Courtenay and meet a long lost friend. Laurel and I went out for coffee and one of the first things she said to me was 'Sherry - I have to tell you - I have become quite religious'. I chuckled to myself and told her that's cool I started going to church 20 some years ago.

Needless to say, we had lots to talk about. It will take many many visits to catch up on all the years. Just a week ago I prayed for a friend - one who I could not only just share regular life with - but a friend that I could share my faith and prayers with. Someone to go to church with on occasion. What a day today was.

I am so excited about coming to visit you all - I will be catching the ferry sometime tomorrow and be in town by supper for sure. See you soon.