You know how you cannot pick your family? Neighbors are the same. You never know if you are going to get the annoying Mrs. Cleaver or the Frat House when you move in. You just hope for the best.
When we built our house we had no idea what to expect. Abby was only about 2 years old, the neighbors seemed nice and were our age. But they had kids. As in plural. As children ranging from kindergarten to high school. Ours was still in diapers.
This turned out to be a great thing. As their children aged our children received their hand-me-downs. You know that huge wooden swing set you had to put together?
Abby’s got carried through the woods.
The expensive plastic houses and castles? Again, carried through the woods.
Child’s picnic table? Yup, it was carried through the woods right into our back yard.
Bunk beds? Those were delivered by truck from one driveway to the next.
Need a babysitter? Yup, those walk through the woods too. Best part you don’t have to drive them home.
Our neighbors are they type that see me shoveling the blizzard and come over with a snow blower. Without being asked.
They see your child playing outside and stop and chat.
They bring whoopie pies when your pet dies.
They don’t call the cops when they hear me screaming over Every Day Math. I don’t call when their college-kids fill up the street with their friends.
We are invited to the party even if they are not there. One of the best e-mails I have received from a neighbor was when they were going away:
Will be away for the weekend. Pool is clean there is gas in the grill, enjoy. But if you see a moving truck pull in please call the cops, we are not moving just on vacation.
When it comes to my neighbors, I hit the jackpot. I only wonder if, when Abby turns 16 a car will magically appear through the woods.