

My husband says I should grow up.
Yesterday I got a phone call from the young neighbor lady at the top of the hill. She has two adorable daughters that are 2 and 5 years old.
The girls wanted to know if I could come up and play.
[A few weeks ago, while my hubby was trying to jump start her van on a very cold day, I played with the girls inside to keep them out of everyone's way...]
I said -- of course!
...and off I went. A dozen fresh eggs in hand to give as a gift of friendship.
Hardly did I know that the eggs would excite both daughters and mom! You would have thought that I'd handed them gold.
Mom and I talked, girl stuff. Then as the youngest girl fell asleep, the older one asked if I'd brought my 'snow suit'. I replied that I had my coveralls.
Did I have boots, gloves, and a warm hat?
Indeed I did.
We went out to go sledding.
We took a walk.
We played with their dog, Dutch and taught him how to 'shake hands'. [I think he already knew this]
Then when we got cold we went in and played with the doll house.
I had the best time sitting on the floor and playing with the girls, Ambrose and Clover.
They made sad faces when I had to go back down the hill.
Mom and the girls asked if I could come and play again next week.
Indeed, I can.
...and my husband laughs, saying *finally, there is someone on the ridge that is of my age level*!
Bottom line?
I had a blast.
I can't wait for the next phone call to see~~~
If I can come out to play.





















