Being Neighborly

Once upon a time there were two little boys born 5 weeks apart.

Thus begins the story of my boy and a buddy of his. What fun times he and "Buddy" had throughout their toddler, preschool, and early elementary years. We went to the same church where his dad served on the music staff (and who played and sang at our wedding). As school days progressed, it became harder to spend time together outside of church, but they were still good friends.

Over the last few years, as God undeniably led us to a different church (for the first time in 25 years), our paths went different directions. Lives were busy and although the moms occasionally emailed, the boys hadn't seen each other in a couple of years.

Until today.

When I had the delight of putting my kids in our car and driving about 5 blocks through our neighborhood. To a house where a new family is moving in today.

Buddy's.

The surprised grin on my boy's face was priceless.

So they got to have some male re-bonding time while unloading furniture and boxes from the trailer. My girl and Buddy's sister, a year apart in age, renewed a more distant friendship.

And I marveled at the blessings God brings into our lives when we least expect it.