We know the name of every pet in our neighborhood. (The bunnies down the street are practically celebrities around here.)
The local grocery clerks notice when our kids get haircuts.
The UPS guy, whom my kids revere on a Santa Claus level, talks to them by name every time we see him.
Our best afternoons involve lightsabers, Tinkerbelle dresses, Netflix, and our front lawn.
And our very best afternoons involve exploring a field of wildflowers or the rows of neatly planted squash growing two blocks down.
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