They let us raid their vegetable garden, when Adrian worked out of town and the kids were babies, Don often ploughed my driveway, he has lent us his hauling trailer too many times to count, and Ruth has been a mentor to me several times when I was feeling discouraged about being a good wife and mommy. Once, when I was over there for a QUICK visit, I found myself pouring out my feelings of inadequacy to her. I didn’t mean to because she’s always appeared to do everything so perfectly. Her house is always clean, she sews, and she makes EVERYTHING from scratch. I certainly don’t measure up to that, but she gave me such words of encouragement and relayed some of her stumbling blocks when her children were small (they’re in their twenties now). I’ll never forget that day.
We’ve lived here for ten years, and there are just too many similar incidents to recount. I know that I’ve touched on how I feel about my neighbours in previous posts. Not just the ones next door, but the ones across the street, and the few others we’re getting to know. I just feel so fortunate to have become friends with our neighbours.
Last night, Ruth called and asked if the kids would like to come over for a muffin. As soon as I mentioned who had invited them, the children were up getting their boots on and were out the door. They didn’t come back for nearly an hour. They were helping Ruth do some icing, I guess. Then Don walked them home since it had gotten dark, and he brought a plate full of muffins, too! They’re just awesome people – I love them!