I've been watching our young neighbors pack up their little house much like ours and put everything they own in a Ryder truck to move just about 20 miles north.
These young people have been living next to us for 4 of the 5 years we have lived in our house. They have seen both kids from the days we brought them home from the hospital and have become best friends with Lucy, our two year old lab (I think she might like them more than us but that's beside the point). This young couple keeps to themselves, but are friendly in conversation when we are playing outside with our kids and throwing Frisbees with Lucy.
As I type they pull their belongings out of our little neighborhood and travel to their new home to unpack it all and start new and fresh.
I don't know their names and am only sure that the young girl in a dental hygienist and her boyfriend works in a design field.
The thing about them is that they aren't that young. They aren't much younger than us, they may even be older than me.
Young to me is someone without children and free to come and go as they please.
They could pack up their truck at 12 am and take loads to their new home at 2 in the afternoon, when my kids are sleeping, well, Noah's sleeping.
They don't own pets with cages or drive a minivan with crumbs scattered everywhere. They are two people living their lives together.
Am I jealous you ask?
A little
Eric and I were discussing last night how hard it will be for us to move someday with all of our belongings and kids and dog with cage and us.
I envy the simplicity of who they are and what they have. Nice furniture without peanut butter smears from 2 months ago. Padded chairs for their dining room set that aren't stained with red fruit punch. To my unknowing eyes they have it all...or do they?
I know from watching that they aren't away at church on Sunday mornings and that they come and go at regular work hours every weekday. They don't come home at 8 or before on Friday and Saturday nights because they don't have kids to put to bed and prepare for the next day. They usually arrive home consistently around 2 am on weekends (which means they probably weren't driving the kids around to put them to sleep). I miss those days but know that they aren't all they seem cracked up to be. They don't have 4 year old princess birthday cards above their TV to look at and be reminded that they are in fact grown up with a lifestyle they may not have expected. I know they don't rock a little boy to sleep who loves to pull gently on their hair to comfort and lull him into slumber. They may be friends with, but don't feed and bath and treat our friendly dog with a home that is more than lush for her.
Most importantly, they don't have God in their hearts, guiding them down His paths towards a life that is worth living.
We do
And THAT is everything.
These young people have been living next to us for 4 of the 5 years we have lived in our house. They have seen both kids from the days we brought them home from the hospital and have become best friends with Lucy, our two year old lab (I think she might like them more than us but that's beside the point). This young couple keeps to themselves, but are friendly in conversation when we are playing outside with our kids and throwing Frisbees with Lucy.
As I type they pull their belongings out of our little neighborhood and travel to their new home to unpack it all and start new and fresh.
I don't know their names and am only sure that the young girl in a dental hygienist and her boyfriend works in a design field.
The thing about them is that they aren't that young. They aren't much younger than us, they may even be older than me.
Young to me is someone without children and free to come and go as they please.
They could pack up their truck at 12 am and take loads to their new home at 2 in the afternoon, when my kids are sleeping, well, Noah's sleeping.
They don't own pets with cages or drive a minivan with crumbs scattered everywhere. They are two people living their lives together.
Am I jealous you ask?
A little
Eric and I were discussing last night how hard it will be for us to move someday with all of our belongings and kids and dog with cage and us.
I envy the simplicity of who they are and what they have. Nice furniture without peanut butter smears from 2 months ago. Padded chairs for their dining room set that aren't stained with red fruit punch. To my unknowing eyes they have it all...or do they?
I know from watching that they aren't away at church on Sunday mornings and that they come and go at regular work hours every weekday. They don't come home at 8 or before on Friday and Saturday nights because they don't have kids to put to bed and prepare for the next day. They usually arrive home consistently around 2 am on weekends (which means they probably weren't driving the kids around to put them to sleep). I miss those days but know that they aren't all they seem cracked up to be. They don't have 4 year old princess birthday cards above their TV to look at and be reminded that they are in fact grown up with a lifestyle they may not have expected. I know they don't rock a little boy to sleep who loves to pull gently on their hair to comfort and lull him into slumber. They may be friends with, but don't feed and bath and treat our friendly dog with a home that is more than lush for her.
Most importantly, they don't have God in their hearts, guiding them down His paths towards a life that is worth living.
We do
And THAT is everything.
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