Fifteen months ago I had nine month old and an empty rental house next door whose carport served as the perfect place for Sarah to master her tricycle. I kept careful watch over that house, noticing if anyone would linger, showing interest. After all these would be my neighbors for at least a year so I had a vested interest in its occupants. One day as I was no doubt pecking away on my keyboard as I am today I noticed a young family looking around. I dashed outside to introduce myself and say hi, sizing them up as potential neighbors. We chatted for a minute and when I mentioned that I had a nine month old son the girl I was speaking with said, “So do I!” and then she grabbed her (adorable) little guy out of the car for me to see.
And now we see them everyday.
Brian, Heather and Jagger spent a year in that rental house and then traded it in for a permanent house that they purchased across the street. We couldn’t have been more thrilled with that decision.
These boys don’t remember a time when they weren’t a daily fixture in each other’s lives.
And by daily I mean (literally) morning, noon and night.
They, along with the third musketeer – Luke (Brubbers) – will start kindergarten together in a few years. And no doubt roam the neighborhood together on foot, skateboards and bicycles for years after that.
In many ways they’re more like brothers than friends.
And today, I’m thankful for them. And for the Perrys. And this fabulous little street we live on.
Love those neighbs.