I hear hard balls rolling down the upstairs hall, crashing into who-knows-what, and two, giggling conspirators. And I love it!
When we first moved into this house, I had my doubts. No sidewalks and the nearest neighbor was 1/2 acre away. We didn't see any kids for weeks. Those we did spot were older and across a very busy road.
I was sad. We had come from the most amazing neighborhood in Seattle. Tons of kids, double cul de sac, park within view of our front porch. Our kids were always outside with the neighbor kids in the summer or inside a neighbor's house in the winter. It was great!
When we moved here, I worried about their socialization. Silly me! Parker made tons of friends at preschool. Maddie, still pretty young, preferred to play on her own.
The best part about living here is that the kids have to play together. When Jack was a newborn and I was buried in a sea of diapers, sleep-deprived, and constantly grumpy, Parker and Maddie bonded like war veterans.
Today, after cleaning up the lunch mess, I called up the stairs, "Can Jack and I come up and play with you?"
"We're having pretty much fun up here by ourselves!"
I smiled to myself. Glad for once of our isolated little house on our busy, busy street. Thank you, God, for unexpected blessings (and loving siblings).