Growing Up

Yesterday was the first time my daughters had the wonderful childhood experience of playing at the neighbors house.  There is a little boy (like 6) and a little girl (3) that live down the street from us.  Sometimes the kids all ride their bikes together.  We always wave to their family when they drive past our house.  The girls have played there once before while I was there, chatting with the mom.  But yesterday, neighbor boy and girl invited Haley and Abby to play, and, for the first time, I watched my daughters walk up the street with their little friends, to play at the neighbors' house.  It made me think about how fun that was when I was a kid.  Asking mom if it was okay, getting the yes, and walking over to play at my friend's house, playing with her toys (way more fun than mine), drinking Capri Suns (we NEVER got those at my house)!  

Needless to say, they came home SO excited.  Neighbor girl let them wear her lipgloss ("it's okay if we got her cold germs").  Neighbor boy has a ladder AND a slide on his bed.  I'm so glad we live in a neighborhood that my kids will be able to have the memories of walking up the street to play with the neighbors.