Because we both miss our families, the friendships are even more cherished. We have learned this Proverb has proved true in our lives.
It doesn't mean that neighbors are better than family, it means when family is far away and can't be there for you, it is better to lean on your neighbor than to be alone.
When Beka hears giggles and kid noises, she calls across the street to invite the kids over. (The way sound travels also keeps us moms accountable; we know if we ever yelled at our kids, the other would hear. If we ever yelled, that is.)
We had a creative craft time with Norah and Avery, designing butterfly masks with markers, lotsa glitter and foam stick-ons.
After they ran off all their extra energy in the backyard, Beka presented them with a healthy snack using her miniature picnic basket with red and white plastic dishes, spread out on a red and white checked picnic basket.
While we gloried in the unexpected fall warmth of 80 degrees and avoided cooking dinner for our families, my husband arrived home from work.
A few minutes later, her husband sauntered across the street, following the sound of laughter NOT the scent of dinner.
We wondered what they were doing home so early. They didn't think almost 6pm was early. OOPS.
Our hubbies, men of understanding, are too mature to let company rivalries come between our families, especially when they showed up wearing almost matching shirts.
He who despises his neighbor lacks sense,
But a man of understanding keeps silent.
We made an agreement early on to NOT talk about certain work topics.
The only thing we want to come between our families is the road in front of our houses.