Friends

We spent the first few years of life here feeling like we didn't have friends, not really.  But last summer the Porters moved in across the street and this summer the Misbachs moved in across the street and over one house.

Last night we hosted a neighborhood BBQ in our backyard for our street and the street perpendicular to our street.  We had over 30 people over (including Braeden and his five roommates).  Dave Porter called them all FOB (friends of Braeden).  It was just nice.  We visited and ate the delicious food everyone had brought to share.

People started leaving but the Porters and Misbachs stayed and I realized, hey, we have friends.  We kept talking even thought it was dark--we were on the patio below our deck and now realize we could use better lighting down there.  Before leaving, everyone stacked up chairs and cleared up garbage and everything was put to rights.  I walked across the street with some folding chairs we had borrowed from the Porters and we all chatted a little more in their driveway and then I made my way back across the street.  I was tired but happy.

Because it's good to have friends.