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I’ve been thinking a lot about neighbors lately. Since having Baby #3 I’ve been home most of the time, doing the myriad of things a baby requires–nursing, laundry, diapers, diapers, diapers. Rather than my usual on-the-go days, it’s been a quieter, slower season.

This home-centered pause has given me time to notice things about our neighborhood I would usually be too busy to see. I’m grateful.

Turns out our neighbor across the street leaves early for work. Early. As in, the sun’s not up early. Some mornings I’m rocking the baby in the living room when I see his tail lights brighten and his car pull from the driveway.

Down at the end of the cul-de-sac, neighbors who have always been shy have come out to play more often, talking and sharing their stories while our kids mingle at our feet.

Last week…