It's a Small, Small, World!

Ok, everyone sing with me now,

“its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small, small world”

Ok, now that you all have that stuck in your heads…actually, when we went to Disney World for my birthday we took the kids on the It’s a Small World ride, and seriously, it may have been their favorite ride of the day. They sat there with their eyes wide open staring at all the pretty little people and were mesemerized the whole time. Little Miss still talks about it. And I can never mention that ride without bringing up the fact that as a senior in high school while on a youth group trip, my friends and I got stuck on that ride for half hour. In the Africa section. Sometimes, late at night, when it’s quiet, I can still hear that drumbeat – drum dada drum drum, dada drum drum. But I digress from my real point.

I feel slightly like a cat who is accumulating 9 lives. Not in the sense that I’ve had these near-death experiences, but that I’ve literally had a few different lives. First there was my life growing up in Ohio until I graduated from high school. Then there was my life in Michigan during college and my early married years. Then there has been my life in Florida for the past 5 1/2 years during my early motherhood, and now I’m about to embark on my 2nd Michigan life. I sometimes get a little confused when talking to people and sharing stories. I forget who knows who. I’ll start to relay some information and then stop mid-sentence realizing that what I’m about to share is going to make absolutely no sense because this person does not know the person from my other life.

But when it gets REALLY confusing for me, is when my multiple lives begin to intersect. (At least it’s not my multiple personalities!) Like when my high school classmate Gabe married Marla, who went to college with my friend Jenna who I met when she first moved to Michigan from the East Coast. Hmmhmmm. See what I mean?

So this past weekend, I was browsing my Facebook news feed when I saw that an acquaintance from my church here in Florida had tagged in some photos a gal that I worked with in Michigan about 10 years ago. I looked at that again and clicked on the pictures, completely confused. I looked at the pictures and realized that this lady I had met at church in Florida was the SISTER to my friend that I worked with for a few years in the marketing department of a Christian ministry in MICHIGAN. I sat there with my jaw hanging open and then fired off messages to both of them. “YOU ARE SISTERS????” Turns out my co-worker friend was in town visiting her sister and was going to be at church on Sunday. So we arranged a meeting in-between services at the cafe at which point we marveled at the wonder that is Facebook and how incredibly, amazingly small this world is. I hadn’t seen this sweet gal in probably 8 years, so The Narrator went and picked up the kids from their classes and she had a chance to meet them too. We chit-chatted and she caught me up on the news at the old place and where everyone was now and encouraged me to swing by and say hi when we are back in Michigan. It was amazing.

And so I rest my case.

“its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small, small world”