So this is kind of my take on a subject that my sister has blogged about in more detail so I highly recommend that you check out Megan's blog titled Endgame and Arumbavengers.

I have the weirdest friends.

So my friends and I went to see a movie a few days ago (end game by the way) and afterword we went to a book store and some of us had frozen yogurt. Yeah I know, frozen yogurt in a book store but there are stranger things than that. Because of something else I had to do, I arrived late to the yogurt-bookstore. The first thing I heard when I got there was “Hey Aaron, your RumbaHawkeye!” Yeah, I didn’t know what that meant either. So, I hopped over the small barricade that separated the tables from the side walk and joined the insanity.

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But despite their weirdness I wouldn’t trade them for the world. In fact, their weirdness is one of the traits I admire most about them. Because of their quirkiness and compassion I feel I can be myself around them and I hope they feel the same with me. They all have a heart for God and a love of brightening people’s days. They encourage me a lot and I value their opinions, even if it’s saying things like, “you’re a RumbaHawkeye.”

Aaron~