Neighbors

Last night we got home from eating a little early, and Ian asked if we could just sit on the porch… which turned into a walk… which turned into a bike ride… (if you give a mouse a cookie!) I didn’t mind in the least, however; there was something really nice about being able to walk around the neighborhood with him. Everybody was nice to us. One older boy introduced his little brother to Ian so that they could play together in the future. The girl across the street tried to get Ian involved in a game of tag. (He tried to play but his shyness interfered. It was sort of thrilling letting him go and watching him walk away to join them, albeit timidly and short-lived.) There were a lot of helpful, respectful people, and it feels great to be here. I’m starting to think that our neighbors might be the best part of our new house.