May Day

Last week, first of May, the kids and I took roses cut from our backyard to our neighbors, some of whom we'd already met, some of whom we hadn't.

We live in a neighborhood built in the '60s, where most of the people bought these houses new and haven't left.

Would be nice to have the streets crawling with kids for ours to play with, but gosh, eveyone is so nice, and as the (occasional) house sells, families with kids are moving in, or so we're told. Like us. And the neighbors behind us, over the wall, with a four-year-old boy and six-year-old girl. They baked us home-made cookies and drew us a picture of our house that said WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD in labored first grade lettering...too cute...too sweet.

This neighborhood feels good. Safe. So friendly. Like you could knock on someone's door and they would help you, day or night. 

We're liking it here. :)

Happy Monday!

XOXO