Full Circle

I grew up on the COOLEST street in town......really, it was! I did not say the most exclusive or most expensive.........I said the COOLEST. It was a circle actually..........a circle comprised of young families and lots of children. It was the kind of place where someone was always ringing your doorbell to see if you could play. Stepping outside meant finding yourself in the middle of a touch-football game, tennis-ball-baesball tournament with no rules or a basketball game being played by other peoples' kids in your own driveway. There was never a dull moment.

We ALWAYS had a bunch of neighborhood friends who just happened to stop by our house to play on a daily basis. Actually, I am about 99% sure most of their mommas shooed them out the door and said, "Why don't you see if the Jones's are home...Stay as long as you want!......I'll call when dinner is ready!" Thus, my grandmother, Mema, became the second grandmother to most of Quail Creek.

But, one friend in particular practically lived at our house. Matt first came to play with me when my brother was too little to befriend. I still remember the Cookie Monster slippers he wore the first night he slept over! But, alas, he quickly became best buds with my little brother and kicked me to the curb.......unless they needed a position filled for a baseball game or someone to view a "haunted house" they had created.

Anyway, Mema always took care of Matt......as she did most of the neighborhood. If Dave was home, Matt was there. So, she was thrilled when she had the opportunity to help babysit for Matt's little boy! It was certainly one of those moments when you see that life has come full circle!