The windows in the house next door have gone dark. The Moody family has moved on.
They’ve been more than just neighbors for the past nine years; they’re like cousins — specifically the ones you hope show up early for Thanksgiving and stay later than everyone else because not only do they bring great pie and engage in thoughtful conversation with your actual family, but Kelly does dishes faster than anyone I know.
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She also makes you Chicken Madeira from scratch when you have a baby. And fixes your daughter’s hair for school when you’re out of town. And rolls down her passenger side window to actively listen to your great or horrible news as she backs out and you pull in, even when you know she’s already late.
And her husband John literally runs over when your son has a 106.5 fever. And he tells you his ladder and power hose are your ladder and power hose. And he teaches you how to carve your own surfboard and plant a square-foot garden, and he encourages your husband to quit the job he hates to start his own thing because really, he’s got a great idea.
And the kids, oh the kids. Together, their four plus ours have walked home from school for eight years and thrown their backpacks on either porch, knowing we’d find them all playing in the Terabithia they built in our backyards. Together, they’ve captured wild pets and removed training wheels and played Kick the Can and broken the no-sleepover rule on the trampoline. Together, they’ve created LEGO mansions and sorted Halloween candy and traded garage sale wares and found each other at lunch when there was no one else to sit by... READ THE REST:
Cracking Up: When great neighbors move - OC Moms - The Orange County Register
