When we moved to Tennessee three years ago, the #1 thing I was most looking forward to? Knowing and loving our neighbors. I know it was a long shot, but when I grew up in Germantown, right outside of Memphis, neighbors were a big part of life. The house I grew up in had a steep driveway and the week we moved in from California, we were iced in. A neighbor brought us groceries to the bottom of the driveway. I remember the ’94 ice storm when I had strep throat and the power was out for a week- Dad was gone on a trip and Mr. Danny came over and built us a fire, and then we drove to a hotel with the next door neighbors. Summertime always meant a bbq at the park and kick-the-can in the street with my friends. I really did have the idyllic childhood, and after 8 years in Florida, a huge reason we moved was that we never really felt that in Orlando.
We moved into our Nashville home in December, which meant not a lot of time for meeting the neighbors when everyone’s staying warm inside. We were really slow to meet people and I’d been praying for that special family that would help make our street feel like home. Cue Drew, a very pregnant Juliann, and their son Luke! These guys hailed from Texas and I couldn’t be happier to have them right next door. I mean, just look at Ansley!
Just a fair warning that if you have a family this cute and move next door, we will force photos on you. Especially when said photos involve colorful leaves or snow. ;)
Thank you guys for the photo time!!! :)
I love your description of growing up knowing your neighbors and being friends with them. It’s definitely not something that happens when you live in the city. These pictures of your new neighbors look great. Except for ice storms, it sounds like TN is a perfect place to live. :) P.S. The park has the coolest name ever! ;)
What a beautiful family and such amazing pictures!!! So glad you both are feeling at home!!