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This is my friend Steph. And these are the kinds of things she carries in her purse. Just in case you can’t tell, that’s a giant (GIANT) bullet. We were just some girls, traveling to Mexico, just for fun until we were detained due to the size of the bullets in Steph’s purse.
Those of the kinds of things you don’t quickly forget.
That’s what friendship does. It fills your mind with memories, of moments. Memories, that when linked together, tell the story of your life. This bullet-carrying Mama has been responsible for filling my life with so many memories I could never recount them all.
We’ve done some crazy stuff.
She rented a giant houseboat with me when we were single, so we could take our friends out on the lake one Sunday after church. Just for fun. She was with me the first night Scott and I laid eyes on each …