A few weeks ago, I went to visit a friend who I used to be neighbors with. At that time, we lived in an amazing neighborhood. There were 2 particular families that we would get together with all the time. The kids would go in and out of the 3 houses as if they lived in each one. We were like family. When my son made plans to come for a visit, we all made plans for a reunion. One of the previous “kids” offered to host the party at her house and today was the day. We figured that my son had not seen most of them for over 10 years. It was great fun to see the “kids” with kids of their own. It felt very much like it did way back when, but now instead of our children running around, it was our grandchildren. My friend summed up the day the best: “It was a perfect day! Although we were missing some of our Neighborhood family it was so awesome to see everyone again. I don’t know of many neighborhoods that have reunions, these people are like family not neighbors! I am so proud of how all the neighborhood kids have turned out! All of them successful amazing people! We didn’t have a village to help raise our children but we had an awesome neighborhood! I love you all, and missed the ones who couldn’t make it!” Catching up with everyone I realized that these friendships go deep and I am so grateful for them. We vowed to get together more often.

I Found God today seeing kids growing up with kids of their own and rekindling old friendships.