On Feeling Loved*
As I was sitting here thinking about what I wanted to write tonight, inspiration literally knocked on my door.
I’ve mentioned in the past how much I adore living in Pretty City. When we decided to move here two and a half years ago, I did so with a great deal of trepidation. It was not where I wanted to be.
Or so I thought.
From almost the first day we moved here I have loved everything about this city. It’s beautiful, we have everything we’d ever need at our fingertips, and most importantly–the people are wonderful.
In the past several months we’ve been reminded time and time again just how wonderful the people we know here are. A few weeks ago we came home to find our lawn beautifully mowed by our neighbour. Shortly before that we woke up one morning to find out that our lawn had been “knifed” and I loved it.
(I’m not sure if I blogged about that one, but the photo evidence can be seen here!)
…and then there are the countless other acts of kindness and love we’ve experienced from the people we’ve met since moving here. Invitations for dinner, neighbours and friends helping with projects around the house, offers to help wherever possible and our lovely neighbours down the street even invited us to a pumpkin carving party this week and bought us a pumpkin.
(Blurry, but that be a Pac Man punkin!)
Seriously. Can you see why I love living here?
So, tonight I was holed up in our office watching Hoarders working on important things when I heard someone knock loudly on our front door.
I was already half in my jammies with an over sized sweat shirt on, and I am sure that I had chocolate stuck in my teeth from the brownies I just made.
I seriously debated whether or not to answer the door, but as I was home alone I figured that maybe the Hubster had misplaced his keys so I ran down the stairs to open it.
And of course by “ran” I mean pregnant waddled. Quickly.
I opened the front door and there was no one there. My crazy brain immediately kicked in and I thought,
“Oh no! This is how those awful horror movies always start!”
I was about to be scared, and then I looked down and found this on my stoop:
Seriously. How cute is that?! Check out the loot!
Those are ghost-shaped cupcakes, spooky cookies (which may or may not have been eaten already. I admit nothing), some type of magical chocolate brownie and my favourite chocolate bars.
I was hoping that the note on top would tell me who the thoughtful giver was, but instead I received a cute Hallowe’en poem:
I have a sneaking suspicion about who may have left me and the wee-bean this perfect little plate of treats, but instead of outing them, I just want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I feel so spoiled.
And loved. :)
Wow! I wish my neighbors were like that. I have lived here 3 years and I don’t even know any of my neighbors names! People just aren’t that warm here.