We’ve just moved into this new home. On New Year’s Eve. The kids stayed outside and lit fireworks with the neighbors until around 11 pm. The next morning, they played outside all day. And the morning after that. And all day after that. School started back on the 6th, so yes, imagine five full days of playing hard from sun up til way past sun down.
In every home we’ve lived in, while it was a great home, or a great school, or a great place to live, the kids have only lived in one neighborhood that came with friends. Aside from that, it’s always been just the Ginger Twins.
To be clear, we do speak love in our house but if you’ve only played with one person every day since forever… well… I don’t judge if you’re completely sick of that person after awhile.
So here we are, moved into this new house. There’s a little boy and girl next door. Our age! Two little boys and another little girl (our age!) two doors down from them. In the other direction, two doors down and across the street, there’s another little girl. Great googly moogly, there are so many kids, it’s crazy! And get this:
They want to play with my kids.
Do you hear the angels singing the Hallelujah chorus too?
Now this town, it’s a funny little town. The kids just walk right in. Sweet things. Like they own the place.
Did I mention that in our last house the kids shared a bedroom? Two beds, in one bedroom? In this house, not only do they each get a bedroom, there is a shared den space/playroom that is theirs for the taking. It’s also theirs for the sharing. In comes one neighbor. Like they own the place. Then another. I peek around the kitchen wall and see SIX little heads all sharing the couch, watching tv together.
You do not have because you have not asked. (James 4:2)