From the title of this post you may assume that I'm speaking of how I love my sweet babes. And yes I do love them. But I also LOVE my neighbors. Most all of them.
When we bought our house a little over two years ago, I was a little bit worried. Worried because we don't live in a high-end neighborhood. Worried my neighbors would turn out to be trashy or unfriendly. But I couldn't have been more wrong. We have a master gardener next-door, who brings us fresh vegetables. The couple across the street is always out and friendly; they were the first ones to welcome us when we moved in. Another sweet lady who went to Hawaii last week brought us back some cookies. She is such a joy to talk with whenever I have the opportunity. When the weather is nice Ethan plays hockey with a bunch of the guys at the neighborhood park, while the moms chat and the kids play. Last winter when I thought for sure little Miss Calico was going to make an early appearance, one of our neighbors came over to stay with our kids at like 3:30 in the morning so Ethan could race to the hospital. I could go on and on.
The first house we ever owned was in a very nice neighborhood. I lived there alone before we got married. One night there was a peeping tom on the skylight of the bathroom. (To this day I am not into skylights.) After we had been married a couple of years, there was a shooting out in the street in front of our house. The police arrived before anyone was actually hurt, but it was still kind of crazy. We knew . . . let's see, I think we knew about three families in the entire time we lived there. People drove straight home and into their garages. It appeared on the surface to be such a idyllic neighborhood, but looks aren't everything.
A new mom to our neighborhood recently commented that she was nervous that maybe they had moved onto a "Stepford wives" street. After I finished laughing (because let's face it, I wear jeans every day and my clothes usually have some combination of peanut butter and baby drool on them), I assured her we're all just friends who like to take care of each other. And isn't that the way life should be?
5 comments:
You are so right. Looks aren't everything.
You are very blessed with your neighbors. :)
what a good thing to love! it makes me miss our old neighborhood... a lot. a whole lot. a whole block, really.
anyway, our place now is kinda like the one you described where everyone goes to work, comes home, in their garages, and you don't see them otherwise. but definately not high-end type housing. maybe just really hard workers and maybe really family oriented. i'll try and see it as a possitive thing. :)
i sure wish you guys lived closer. we miss you.
we definately don't live in a high end neigborhood, and you'd think more things would be going on that shouldn't. But my friends that do live in nice nice neighborhoods talk about things being stolen and people sneaking into their yards. So it makes me glad that our isn't ritsy. We've got some great neighbors too! (you know the Geers, they live across the street) can't get better than them! neighbors are great!
eeek! I remember that peeping tom! it is such a blessing to have good neighbors. i wish we new more of ours better.
What a blessing. We do not have many friendly neighbors. One family in particular is very difficult to live with.
Blessings,
Dawn
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