Tonight, our next-door neighbors stopped over while we were in the backyard. They were out of town and not able to make our housewarming a few weeks back, but wanted to get over and introduce themselves and their three kids.
What I love about this family is their two boys and daughter, in that order. Reminds me so much of growing up with two older brothers. I just hope the boys weren't listening too closely when I joked with the parents about this experience. I'd feel bad if I came to find out they pulled their sister's hair and sat on her.
I love this street. I love this neighborhood. I love our house. It's true. We are never moving.
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