Neighbors are where you are!

One of our family traditions is the August visit to Grandmother's for the annual golf tournament. Back to my husband's hometown so he can play on the course, in the outing he's been enjoying since he was a teenager, reconnecting with his roots - and his 'high school buddies.'

I'm the spouse. It's his hometown, but over the years, I've been lucky enough to make friends with his friends - and their wives - and have come to enjoy the time as my time 'home' as well.

This year, within minutes of arriving on Thursday night, my iPhone announced its presence. It was my friend Jane. "You're here? GREAT! I have a peach cobbler going into the oven and I'll bring it over in an hour." WOW. Not am I lucky enough to have found friends in my acquired-through-marriage second hometown...

I HAVE A WONDERFUL NEIGHBOR!!!!