When you buy your dream home, you have no idea what your neighbors will be like. Will they get mad when your grass gets too long? Will they cut down the trees that are on the property line? Will they complain about the toys left out in the yard? Will their teenagers egg your house?
Or will they send you home with frosted Star Wars cookies, banana bread, fresh-from-the-garden tomato bisque & homemade lefse? Will they fix your garage door opener and your water spout? Will they not only lend you their pressure washer, but actually clean 1/2 your deck with it!? Will they let their daughters babysit for you at the last minute? Will they have kids that are all the perfect ages and genders? Will they see eye to eye on you on all the important environmental and parenting issues that concern you most? Will they host a bonfire on the Saturday of Mother's Day weekend when your husband is off being one with nature and you are desperate for another adult to talk to?
In my Lucky Letts Life, they do all this and so much more.
Meet the girls. These are the girls of the neighborhood ranging in age from 2 to 17. Guess what? They play together. They really, truly play together. They enjoy each other's company. The 17 year old and the 12 year old are very good friends. The 9 year old comes over to play with my 2 year old on a regular basis. It. Is. SO. Cool.
My lost-in-the-middle son, who has spent most of his short life trying to catch up to the friends of his older brother, has found his own best friend. They are 1 month apart in age. Look at them in their lawn chairs. I can just picture them doing this same this same thing when they are 60! Somehow we found the perfect house with a goofy little 5 year old living right next door who happened to be in the market for a best friend. These two comedians could say the word "fart" every minute of an entire day and still find it funny.
The Basin.
Across the street, where our friends The Geurkinks are about to move, there is a large basin where many yards come together. Although some of the kids' backyards open up to The Basin, it is mostly owned by a man whose kids are grown. All of the kids claim it as their space. They sled there, play soccer, football, tag, and roll down the hill like steam rollers. When The Basin isn't filled with kids, it is a bird sanctuary. Deer and turkey graze through the yards.
To the point of the story. The kiddy-corner neighbors decided to have a bonfire and invited all of the neighborhood kids. Mia is the littlest by far, but she does her best to keep up with the rest. The older kids of the neighborhood always include the younger kids. Owen, Evan & Mia all played in the football game, although I think Mia had some trouble doing stances with a marshmallow in her hand.
She pulled up a chair to the campfire and roasted a marshmallow. I believe this is the first marshmallow she has ever roasted herself.