Sometimes "special" breaks out without even a moments notice.
"Mom, can we have a tea party outside?"
Sure... so I sent out cups, saucers, small plates, cookies (freshly baked yesterday, thank goodness that today I'm the mom with good snacks), and the neighbor kids set up the picnic blanket. A 1/2 gallon of pink lemonade later and an impromptu tea party has broken out on my front lawn.
I love that.
I love that we have neighbors that my kids will have such special memories of, that are a huge part of their childhood. They run back and forth all the time, but sometimes for just a short while it's extra special. Something that they will share with their kids when they talk about being kids themselves.
My next door neighbor kids lost their grandfather last night. I'd like to think that for a moment he and my mom were next to each other and looking down at their grandchildren having such a wonderful, innocent, honest moment of being sweet kids... one of those unplanned moments in life that is just so happy. And they will smile at each other. Because is there anything grandparents love more than their grand kids?