To the woman who teaches me how to be a good neighbor.
A Tribute to Jane
Its engine straining, our moving van crawled up the steep driveway at 2810 Forrestridge Drive eleven years ago this month. With a toddler and some relatives in tow to help unload the truck, we moved into our new home. Shade trees, a “mommy” desk and lots of built-in storage were on my list of things to thank God for as I noticed how much He cares about the details. I never imagined how He would give me more than I could ever have asked for --and many of those blessings came from the house catty-cornered from me across the street.