Yesterday the boys dressed up in their Christmas Eve finery. Together the four of us happily walked outside into the 52 degree weather, the sun shining brightly as we walked our street.
If we only delivered cookies and cards at one house, the first stop would make it all worth it. Our older neighbor oohs and ahhs over the boys every single year, and this year was no exception. She hugged both of them and thanked us all for our yearly gift of homemade cookies.
The joy on her face felt contagious.
We stopped at a number of other neighbors’ houses, spreading good cheer while simultaneously thanking them for putting up with our noise and dog and kids and weird running selves. That thanking part might not have been spoken, but it was certainly understood.
We ended our walk at a newer neighbor’s house. They’re enduring The Sickness as well, their kids similar ages and attending the same school as our boys. They looked overjoyed by the simple gift of a few cookies.
As we walked back to the house, the weirdly warm December air on our faces, I smiled. This marks the third year the boys have dressed up and made deliveries to the neighbors. We keep adding more houses to our delivery route. I wonder what it will look like ten years from now, the boys 19 and 17.
We’ll just have to wait and see.