“Happiness starts with you. Not your relationship, your friends, or your job, but with you.”
~ Mandy Hale
This was the kind of Saturday that makes me want to get up in the mornings. A group of us met at Cracker Barrel for breakfast to celebrate Kathy Schifflett’s birthday. It was a spectacular two hours filled with laughter and fellowship. I love these people so much, my heart sings being in their presence.
But wait, there’s more – my day just kept getting better. Paula and her husband (above), who’s name I can’t remember to save my life, are young parents with a beautiful daughter. They’re both genuinely warm, welcoming people. You may recall that my neighbor gave me Lily, the little black cat I love so much. Paula is that neighbor! She and __________ wanted to have a neighborhood potluck. Today, young folks brought their children. Older folks brought their chairs. Everyone brought a covered dish. People pitched cornhole while a three-piece dixieland band played from the porch. It was fantastic!
A ton of us from three streets showed up. We had a blast socializing with one another, meeting neighbors we didn’t know. For example, I met Wilson. He’s a ham operator. He’s wearing leather suspenders his daughter bought for him. He’s from Minnesota, and he was quick to point out that two others on the street are also from his home state. In fact, one lives next door to me, and the other lives next to Stacy Yelton. He’s a Lutheran minister whom Wilson has asked to perform his funeral. I’m hoping that won’t be for a very long time because Wilson is awesome and I want to know more!
I don’t know what I did to deserve to live amongst such incredible people, but I’m sure glad I did it. I wish this kind of neighborhood for everyone. The world would be a kinder place for sure. This was a grand and glorious day, start to finish.