We went to the neighbor's for swimming and dinner last night, and saw them again at the parade this morning. Friendly hellos like we'd been friends forever, and not just neighbors for a few short months. Their kids, K (12) and E (15), excited to see our kids .. Maxwell barely able to contain his excitement at seeing them again.
And afterwards, the 12yo boy came over to hangout while Maxwell ate his lunch in the backyard. Soon a knock on the door brought three more kids ages 10-15 through the house, looking for K but then happily climbing in and out of the Step 2 playhouse in our yard, gangly sunburned legs and arms sticking out everywhere, everyone treating Max like a peer. Then they were eating apples from my refrigerator and saying polite hellos to "Mr. Trevor" and laughing and playing and encouraging Max to finish his burger so he could come swim with them.
Now, "Mr. Trevor" and Maxwell swimming next door with the four older kids and the neighbor patriarch, part of the gang, while Molly naps and I get a chance to catch my breath.
What else is there to say? I love days like today.