Dear, sweet next door neighbors:
Thank you for letting us borrow an egg every once in a while...
...or a cup of flour
...or even a bag of chocolate chips (sometimes you just REALLY need a cookie).
Thank you for returning our baby last week who you found walking next to the street with ketchup all over her face, breakfast oatmeal stuck in her skiwampus pigtails, and nothing but a soggy diaper on.
Thank you for putting up with our kids doing loops on their bikes in your driveways on a daily basis.
Thank you for always watching carefully when you back out because, inevitably there'll probably be one of our kids right behind you.
Thank you for not even complaining that you have to listen to our kids, (and often a swarm of other neighborhood kids) yelling and screaming to hear each other over the waterfall as they swim with shrieks of delight in the pool.
Thank you for regularly buying lemonade from our kids' incessant lemonade stand sales.
And most of all, thanks for putting up with hearing Lucy's new-found magical high pitched scream that she's discovered pretty much gets her whatever she wants. I'm sure you can hear it loud and clear over there. We'll be bringing over some complimentary earplugs shortly.
Good neighbors are priceless.