Water With Crushed Ice

I have this friend named Emily. She lived across the circle from us and on hot summer days Darice and I would stop by her house and have her fill up her plastic cups with water and crushed ice from her fridge. See, Darice and I didn't have ice makers and water dispensers on the front of our refrigerators. And we both LOVE crushed ice (best combo ever which D. turned me onto: diet coke in a styrofoam cup with crushed ice. Heaven in a cup.) and craved crushed ice on those sweltering Baltimore summer days. Emily was always gracious but maybe got tired of us using her plastic cups (second best combo: diet coke in a tall plastic cup with crushed ice) so she bought D. and I each a few plastic cups. We're talking true friendship here. Em's husband was the one I called one night (Darryl was gone, he has a bit more presence than B., no offense B.!) when I thought I heard a noise outside my house and Jon was working. He came right over with a golf club and walked all around our house in the dark. Again, true friendship.

So how lucky and I that Em and B. will most likely, almost 99% sure, move to the Seattle area in a few years? So very very lucky. They came for a week after Christmas and toured all around town getting to know all of the nooks and crannies of Seattle. Oooooh, I can't wait for them to move here! She is 6ish months pregnant with her fourth and looks uh-mazing of course.