Sunday, September 16,
2012
In the fall of 2007, we found ourselves in a challenging
housing situation.
Out of the blue, I received a letter from my landlord that
due to some family issues, he needed his house back. He wanted us to move out in 30 days. We were sad to leave the cute home we had
been renting for the past year. Plus, we
were tired of moving. We had moved four
times in the previous three years. To add a
little more fuel to the fire, Kate was two, Jack was 7 months old, and I
learned I was pregnant again.
Our realtor, Mr. B. saved the day.
He found us the house we’ve been living in for the last five
years and where we will most likely stay for the next twenty. I love the house, the neighborhood, the large
garden park my children ride their bikes to school, and our neighbors
(see Dinner Guest #32).
This Sunday, we had our realtor, Mr. B., his amazing wife,
and their four energetic boys over to dinner.
Not knowing how much four boys (ages 3 to 11) will eat, I made too much
food on purpose. The meal consisted of Heavenly
Chicken, Brazilian Rice and Feijoada, Brazilian cheese bread, parmesan rolls,
spinach salad with balsalmic dressing, and sweet potato casserole. Mrs. B brought a large fruit platter and for
dessert, I served cream cheese brownies. After watching Jack eat more brownies than I could count, I asked him to stop. He sat, sulked, and stared at the plate long enough for me to catch a photo of his protest.
After the meal, our children played, and fought, and cried,
and ultimately ended up outside in the front yard while the moms washed dishes. The dads sat on the driveway in lawn chairs
and refereed the chaos.
We love the B. family.
Our paths cross almost daily at elementary school, piano lessons,
driving through our neighborhood, or at church on Sundays. If some unexpected event sends us searching
for another home, I will call Mr. B. again.
He’s just that good.
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