Can you find the Anne of Green Gables reference?

I am the queen of snap judgments. I shouldn't admit this but sometimes I just look at a person or hear one thing from them and decide right then and there whether I will like them or not.

I'm working on this. "This" being "giving people a chance." Heart-warming, isn't it?

Anyways, several months ago, I met a mom at the library story time and by just looking at her, I knew we would get along. We started talking and I realized she's one of those few people you feel you've known your entire life and you suddenly can't shut up because you want them to like you. And somehow the only logical way to accomplish that is to talk incessantly.

I walked away wishing I had the guts to ask for her phone number so we could hang out.

(And then I thanked Jesus I never had to ask a boy out because I'm pretty sure I would still be single. Not that asking for someone's phone number to be their friend is the same but I was afraid it might come across desperate which, I'm guessing, is probably how many teenage boys feel.)

(Which reminds me, I really should share the story of Joe asking me out. It involves a line from Dumb and Dumber and me not understanding if he was joking or not. Priceless and terribly romantic.)

Anyways, she and her son came back the next week and this time, she asked if Madeline and I wanted to hang out with them sometime. I tried to not knock over small children in my excitement.

Her name is Jenn and she has a son, Blake, who Madeline adores. "Adores" may not be a strong enough word. Maybe "wants-to-adopt-as-her-brother-so-she-can-see-him-every-second" is more fitting.

I knew I liked Jenn when she let Blake run around during story time while other children were quietly sitting on their mommies' laps. Because it meant Madeline had a friend doing the same thing as her.

But then I found out Jenn is addicted to McDonald's sweet tea and likes Scrubs. That pretty much sealed the deal for me. I declared us kindred spirits.

And if that wasn't enough, I discovered I'm not the only one who makes snap judgments because Jenn recently confessed why she approached me at the library that first time.

She said she looked around the room at the moms who were dolled up with trendy outfits, perfect make-up and great hair. Then she saw me. Apparently, I had my hair in a ponytail and was wearing my tattered gray college sweatshirt.

(I'm not exaggerating about the tattered part. The front pocket is literally hanging on by two safety pins. Also, I'll bet 10 bucks I arrived 12 minutes late and wasn't wearing make-up.)

Jenn thought I was someone she would get along with. Swell. I'm the scrubby friend everyone needs in their life. Basically, be my friend and I'll always make you look good.

Anyways, she literally is an answer to prayer. Over the summer, I prayed that God would send me someone who fit my criteria: lives close by, has a child close to Madeline's age, has a sense of humor and is staying home with her children. I'm sure He loved me dictating the terms and conditions.

It's not that I want only friends who are carbon copies of me but I really needed someone who truly understands what I'm experiencing because she's living it as well.

A couple of weeks later, I met Jenn. She lives four minutes away, Blake is only three weeks younger than Madeline, did I mention she loves Scrubs? and she would be willing to sacrifice anything to stay home.

In my opinion, she is proof that if you ask, He really does want to give us the desires of our hearts and He gives generously.

(Scrubs really was the icing on the cake. Oh, and she likes Harry Potter. Kindred spirits, folks. Kindred spirits.)