Some Things Are Worth The Wait

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This old gal…

Ever since Tim the Toolman Taylor…has wanted to live somewhere…where she could pop her head over a hedge…and call…hidey ho good neighbor…have lived lots of places…had a fence here and there…a bush maybe but no hedges…and neighbors…lots of them…but none close friends enough…to earn a hidey ho…

Until now…have a hedge…a teeny tiny bridal wreath hedge…and twenty years from now…80 year old me will hobble over there…pop the old head up…and call out to that bff buddy of mine…til then…it’s a shout from the lawn chair when she drives up after work…or a call out to her in her garage…as we unload from the grocery run…

This neighbor…is a friend…and this friend…is a neighbor…a text til midnight neighbor…about life…scary noises outside in the night…those crazy cats we share…a hidey ho good neighbor…trusted…caring…funny…the very best kind of neighbor…the very best kind of friend…this old neighbor…knows…it’s been worth the wait…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…