It's a beautiful day in the neghborhood

They broke ground on the lot across the street from us. It's exciting and nerve wracking all at the same time. Will we like them? Will they like us? What will their house look like? Will they have kids? Will they mow our lawn for us ? OK, most neighbors aren't THAT nice.

We live on a really unique street. The homes are custom, so the houses go up when the owners are ready to build. Each time a new house starts to go up, my curiosity kills me.

On our street, people have trees and grass and yellow colored houses. That isn't easy to find in Arizona anymore. The moms stay at home and the kids run wild. I call our neighbors "friends." We sit outside and chat, wave from our cars, heck we even go to church with half of them. When the weather is decent, we're all outside chatting while the kids ride their bikes and run in and out of different houses. We watch each other's kids, feed each other's kids, run errands for each other. We send our kids to take butter, sugar or a melon baller over to a neighbor. It's the kind of street where people actually *have* mowed our lawn for us.

The best thing about our street is that I love it. And so I wait for new neighbors and what they will bring.