When we moved from a single family house to a two family, we were blessed with very quiet, rarely home downstairs neighbors. Ah, I love my quiet!
Last July, we were blessed with new neighbors: a lovely woman and her two daughters, both in elementary school. We hit it off right away. We have been able to bless each other and Isabella, my nine-year-old granddaughter has found new friends.
That being said, with a family, instead of two single people, living downstairs, I realize much more that this house wasn’t built with sound absorbing materials!
I hear myself in the voice of the mother trying to get her girls to school on time. It is my voice that I hear when reprimanding is done a bit too harshly. It is my family I hear laughing.
Sometimes looking in a mirror is difficult; sometimes it is sweet. I am thankful for my new neighbors.