I’ll never forget the first time I talked with Elizabeth on the phone. She called to ask about us and our work, and we ended up talking on the phone for at least 30-45 minutes. It was like talking to a good friend. That was so odd to me, because we were complete strangers. I knew her and Matt’s life story and vice versa by the time we said our goodbye’s, and I was really hoping to meet them someday. It wasn’t until after we’d hung up that I realized that not only had it completely skipped my mind to take down a stitch of information, I hadn’t even asked her name. I knew she had a beau named Matt with whom she was very much in love with, but that was it. What was I thinking?!
I told Kari about it that night in the kitchen as supper was cooking, how we’d gone on and on and had this great conversation about life, but that I didn’t even know her name, to which she rolled her eyes and called me a goofball. I get that alot. (She’s used to me by now)