Last month I wrote about observing one of my neighbors from our office window. I used to watch as he helped his wife into their car every morning to go to some unknown destination, but lately he has taken these daily trips alone.
I had the best of intentions to stop over before Christmas with a plate of cookies and an explanation that we couldn't finish them before going out of town, but having a five-week-old baby in the house didn't leave much time for baking, let alone packing.
My guilt has continued to get the best of me that I didn't find a way to make the time when the timing was right. The holidays really had been the perfect opportunity and I missed my window. I mentally berated myself every time I saw him walking to his car alone.
But today a different opportunity presented itself. Our neighbor had been carrying some bags from his trunk to his house while Jerry was outside shoveling our sidewalk. They exchanged introductions and Jerry helped him unload his car.
When he came inside, Jerry shared the good news.
Our neighbor is really nice. His house is beautiful. And his wife was inside, sitting in the family room, all smiles.