I'm standing here...
Looking out the window and considering how many times our neighbour freely walked into our yard to knock on our back door.
I'm so glad we never "figured out" how to close that in.
I'm so glad our neighbour always knew he was MORE THAN welcome to come over.
And I hope he knew how much we loved him and considered him family.
How much MORE we wanted to be there for him and reciprocate the many gifts he's given us over the years.
Greetings, smiles, news, conversations, side jobs, cookies, chocolate, cards, gluten free pancakes with turkey bacon (also gluten free), furniture... my most favourite mirror at the end of the hall.
Moving into this neighbourhood was a faith walk in itself (a story for another time), but what was greater was the miracle of knowing even more deeply what #onenotherlove looks like.
I can still see him walking away after our chat a couple days ago. Tanned legs, moving slower...
I should've insisted the boys go over...I should've...
WE (ALLof us) are in "debt" each day.
To pay the continuing debt to love one another.
At the end of a life, this calculation is always being made. I've been to WAY MORE funerals than weddings and I will tell you this one truth...
We are ALWAYS asking... "How could I have loved more?"
So let's start each morning WE ARE gifted with with this question and we will be given the answer.... and gifted with showing up in life more fully.
Who knew a simple and repeated thank you would be enough. 
Romans 13:8
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