It's Wednesday, or it was anyhow!, and so I always think of my neighbors.
Because Wednesday is trash day. And the first few weeks we moved into our new place, our neighbors noticed we forgot to pull out our cans, and they pulled them out for us. There's pretty much nothing more humbling and inspiring of gratitude than someone dealing with my trash.
There's a laundry list of other things that they've done for us (like check on us at the auspicious hour of 5:30 pm when our fire alarm was going off - dinnertime anyone?), and I couldn't begin to list them here.
And our neighbors at our old building were just as amazing. Fixing our mailbox, helping watch our kids, taking in packages for us. Conversation and lending slow cookers (for the fifth time this year).
There's a special relationship (and need) for neighbors. People who are there, in your place, who you can rely on to help when needed.
I love neighbors!
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