Neighborhood

This morning when Bruce left for work I gave him a goodbye kiss. Then I asked him if he ever thought in his wildest dreams that we would be standing on the front porch in this lovely house in this nice neighborhood when he first kissed me in that awful little farm house. He smiled and said, "No.".
Last Sunday while backing out of the driveway, I noticed the sun shining bright on our little house. The roses were still on, the grass green, the trees turning red and gold, and the white siding particularly bright. It looked warm and comfortable.
Then we drove out of our neighborhood. It was clean and in order. There were Halloween decorations on some of the houses. We do have a couple of houses that have been foreclosed on, but most of the houses are so pretty with carefully planned landscaping. In the afternoon you can hear the laughter of children playing outside.
Across the street there live two teenage boys. Last year they went around the block to a neighbors house where there are always huge blowup decorations on the front lawn. There was a big blowup turkey - at least 8 foot tall. The boys stuffed the head down the neck. It was the funniest thing I had seen in a long time with a headless turkey standing there. The next day the head was popped out back on top where it belonged.
I feel so very blessed to live here. To live here with my husband of 38 years, priceless.