Our condo is immediately surrounded by the homes of three elderly women. We love these women, and they love us. They enjoy watching the kids play, know them all by name, give them little Christmas gifts, and basically treat them like their own grandchildren.
Eric is the go-to guy when one of them needs something done around her home. He loves his role as protector and helper for these women.
Sometimes it feels like something from the good old days when neighbors weren't afraid to ask each other for help and knew each other more than just in passing. It's a wonderful thing!
And what a finer thing it was earlier this week when I was in the middle of baking and realized I was out of baking powder. Without hesitation, I grabbed a measuring cup and asked Isabelle to run next door and ask if we could borrow 2 teaspoons worth. The other three begged to go with as well, so I opened the door and watched them all walk next door. When that neighbor didn't answer the door, I told them to go ahead and go to the next house. Ten minutes later they came back with my two teaspoons of baking powder and chattering about all the neat things at Miss Virginia's house.
As much as we can not wait to move, Eric and I know it will be a sad, sad day when we move away from these wonderful women.
Find more Finer Things Friday over at Amy's Finer Things.