As we packed the last of our belongings into the moving truck and pulled away, my heart flooded with so many wonderful memories of that great place, the neighborhood where we raised our family. It would be easy to spend hours talking about all the wonderful memories made and times shared. So very much goes into making a place great! For me, the most important, is the people, the vibe of community that is shared, expressions of love and kindness and pulling together no matter what is going on. For as long as I can remember, my life has been enriched by the gift of a good neighbor.
Driving away was like closing a chapter. But, for every chapter we close, there is another to be opened. How will I open it, how will I write it, what sort of people and treasures would my new neighborhood hold?
|Me and my next door neighbor, Carol|
Six years have come and gone now and we’ve done life next door to each other. Summertime walks, vases of flowers, a crockpot of soup after surgery, shoveling snow, a morning wave, late night visits, a genuine interest and care in every detail of life….graduations, weddings, sickness, health, jobs, joys, crisis, and lots of notes of encouragement just because.
Christmas is my favorite time of all, because no matter what is going on, no matter how busy or full our lives become, we ALWAYS manage to call a time out, share a Sunday afternoon cup of Christmas Tea, and give thanks for the simple pleasures, which really are the best gifts of all.