That's how many steps it takes us to walk from our front door to our next-door neighbor's door.
And we walk those twenty-five steps dozens of times during the week (sometimes during one day, but that's not important right now).
Debbie ( the mom): "We made homemade enchiladas. Come for dinner."
Me: "I made arroz con pollo tonight. Can you bring a salad?"
Rafe (the dad): "Can we borrow an onion, some butter and a roll of paper towels?"
Our kids love each other. Their two oldest daughters are part of our regular Sunday Improv group. They totally love introducing each other to classic movies.
Lucy babysits for their two youngest.
Eric and Rafe are great friends.
We share a meal every Friday evening, taking turns cooking. The kids and the parents split up afterward, so we can talk about what's really happening in our lives. They are friends, confidants, role models. When our two families are all together there are TWELVE (!) of us.
And so it goes. We share community life at its finest. Organically. Not contrived. We just LOVE these people.
Me: "Rafe, it's my mom's birthday! Can you please come take pictures of my family?"
(He just happens to be a FABULOUS photographer. Do I lead a charmed life, or what??)
So we take those twenty-five steps. Back and forth. Back and forth. Feeding. Helping. Borrowing stuff. Listening to each other. Driving together. Making plans. Watching movies.
Their kids: "We're making homemade pizzas tonight, Darbys. Come over at 5:30."
The MYOP (make-your-own-pizza) was a particularly fun time. The best part of it was that it was completely spontaneous.
Trader Joe's herb (pre-made) pizza dough
Trader Joe's pizza sauce
shredded mild cheddar, jack, monterey, swiss, parmesan and mozzarella
Buffalo mozzarella cheese slices
Fresh diced garlic
Cook in a 450 degree (hot!) oven.
Cut the pizzas into small slices so that everyone can have a taste. =D
Everyone gets at least half a pizza to add their own blend of toppings to.
The amazing variety of pizzas. (The green and white one – pesto and chicken – was to die for!)
Add a big spinach salad and it becomes a MEAL.
And it occurs to me that as we go back and forth between our two
homes, taking those twenty-five steps each way, making homemade pizzas together that we're not just
sharing food, we're sharing LIFE.
Thanks, Guajardos! You make our lives SWEET.
Do you have neighbors that are like family? Tell me.
Unfortunately not currently. But as we move to Rochester, and embark on our new life, I do hope to meet and have neighbors like that!
Kristen Benson says
Yes! The whole cul-de-sac of Sedona is like that…in and out and back and forth. Neighborhood and friendship at its finest. Glad to hear it is like that over in your neck of the woods too. Over here whether your last name is Morrow, Witt, Benson, Brubaker, Altman (or honorary Sedona neighbors like Wroniak or Hurst) it doesn’t matter…you are WELCOME anytime. SO COOL!!!