Remember . . .
It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood
A beautiful day for a neighbor . . .
I've always loved having a neighbor just like you.
I always want to live in a neighborhood with you.
Cindy is my neighbor that lives directly on the south side of our home. Mary is my back door neighbor.
We like each other. We borrow; we loan; we rejoice over good news; we study the Bible together; we listen to the long stories—sometimes more than once; we admire each other's home projects; we shovel each other's drives and water plants; we cry over disappointments and the loss of our dads. We love each others' kids and celebrate when they graduate, marry and have their own kids. We know each others quirks and deal with them gladly. We celebrate birthdays and go for lunches. We diet and walk together and have exercised together although not now—sad to say. We share recipes and good books. We tell each other if we find a good sale. We have history. God put us in place as neighbors. We are so blessed!
We have a Christmas tea tradition. None of us can remember when it started but it was lots of years ago. Usually we have to carve out just an hour from here or there. Today was our day.
It's such a good feeling, a very good feeling,
The feeling you know that we're friends.
I think I will go put on a cardigan zipper sweater.