We were pulling out of a restaurant whose parking lot was FULL, and Kelly jumped out of her vehicle to go say something to Karah who was leading the way.
She locked her keys in the truck.
And I started taking pictures....

It was like a block party .... in a very busy parking lot on a very busy frontage road on a very busy Friday night.


US! And we really loved nearly every minute of it.
I've never eaten at this restaurant. But I've spent some quality time in its parking lot with people who are very important to me.
Kelly's husband, Brent, arrived, and the now-five of us found a nearby Chilis where we ate, laughed, talked, caught up, and fellowshipped-not-on-a-curb for several hours.


This is what life is made of, right?
I should think so.
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