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Rolling On The River

We took a little tubing trip down the Spring River with our friends last weekend. We were so appreciative to have Nana and Papa (Randall's parents) keep Henry for the weekend. The other couples also had their children with grandparents. It is nice to have a break now and again and I know the grandparents love having the little people.

Emily and James sporting their redneck attire for the day. Emily is the definition of girlie girl. She cracked me up wearing a Nascar t-shirt she had fringed and James was sporting a cutoff pearl snap button up with purple swim trunks. Within 5 minutes of being in Hardy, Emily had gotten 2 compliments on her shirt. I am still laughing about it. She was so proud.

Sarah and David all cute and preppy, even on the Spring River. They even matched each other.

These boys deserve a medal for putting up with us crazy girls. They are all 3 so accepting of the stunts we pull and they agree to do  most anything we cook up. They are seriously all really great guys who work hard, love their families and Jesus. They are pretty cute too...especially the one on the left in the yellow swim trunks.

Emily and Sarah were great friends in college and they now live on the same street. Emily goes to my church and Sarah uses the same daycare as me. I live a stones throw from their street and our children love to play together. It is a great mix.

Emily sporting her fringe and life vest. She was ready to go!

If you have ever taken a tubing, canoe or rafting trip you know the joy of riding in the van or bus the rental companies use to take you to the water. This van may have been the worst one ever. I was snorting I was laughing so hard getting into it. Emily rode shotgun with our driver. His name was John and he was truly a native to area. We will have stories to tell about him forever. He and Emily became fast friends when she dropped her sunglasses out of the window and she made him stop the van so she could go back and get them. All while wearing this life vest, of course. I think he really liked us, but he wouldn't admit it. Randall and James rode on another van and left David with us. David was real thrilled, as you can imagine.

Finally! We waited 2 hours to get to the river. It was a bit insane, but we were in the thick of redneck Arkansas so we were at the mercy of the natives to organize us and transport us.We connected all of our tubes together with bungee cords. It was like a floating island.

We had water cameras with us. This is one of the only good shots on the river. Water cameras are not that great, just so you know, in case you were wondering. Look above and see the blur of Abby. It was great fun, water camera or not.  Emily got her tube hung on a rock while on a rapid and she was the middle tube in our connection so we made her let go of her tube. She said all she remembers is me looking at her in the face and saying sternly, "LET GO!" and then we all floated off and left her. Every river trip has to have a story like this one though. It was so funny even with the blood, and now the bruises she has from it.

On the way home we stopped in downtown Hardy to show them Randall's photo in the window of Video Real Estate because they didn't believe us. We have no clue why his photo is in that window, but it is. If you are ever in Hardy, you  must stop and look. We know no one in Hardy and nothing about that real estate company. It is a hunting photo from a few years ago. 

Randall and I are soaking up this summer. We have done so much and had so much fun. I hope it is not over too soon, even though I would love some fall temps and some closed toe shoes soon!  Life is so much sweeter when you embrace the season you are in and make the best of it.

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