Small Town Feel in the City (if you can call Saint Paul the city)

Me and Bob have both shared the same feelings about some of the places we have lived. We LOVED the house, but didn't love the neighborhood. We really wanted a safe little neighborhood, like the one we both grew up in, where our kids were friends with the neighbor kids and they all ran around to each others houses. I didn't expect to find it until somehow magically we made enough money to buy a home in one of those neighborhoods.

But this spring has completely taken me by surprise. Because we are actually living in one of those neighborhoods. Several younger couples have moved in and suddenly we find ourselves busy and with company almost every single night. Their kids let themselves into our backyard, and as soon as one of them open their door, Aid grabs his bucket of dinos and heads on over. We share dinners, watch each others kids, and gather on a porch or backyard and watch them all play.

I can't believe we have found this in the most unexpected of places. It makes me so happy when we are hanging out by ourselves and suddenly hear a friend open the back gate...all three of us light up just a little.

I suppose sometimes you get what you ask for if you are willing to be a little open minded.