At the risk of sounding like yet another Mayberry post, I have to describe this last Sunday. We were invited to an Easter Egg hunt by some friends in our old neighborhood, Sylvan Park. Yes, I know that Easter is still two weeks away, but that’s when most folks are with their families.
It started out with breakfast at a neighbor’s house close to the park. Six adults and four kids under 7 made for a delightful and delicious start to the day.
We walked over to the park and ran into other friends we knew with young kids, and soon everybody was scrambling around trying to find eggs, their kids, or both.
Then it was back to the house with even more kids in tow, with many of them counting the spoils of the hunt.
We returned to our house with an extra child who was promptly joined by other neighborhood kids. The trampoline was happy, with many shoes and socks being left as offerings to the bouncy gods.
Later, the kids moved to the porch for competitive lego and train track building. Well, it wasn’t supposed to be competitive but you know how kids are.
What struck me towards the end of the day (as yet another neighborhood kid came over to play) was that my wife and I have always shared the vision of our home being the gathering place for kids. Kymberlee uses the term “block mom” as her goal and think we’re well on our way to earning that term. I look forward to our home always being full of childrens’ laughter and cries throughout the years!