This week our street has been lined with cars, families coming to visit the elderly women in the residential care home across the street.
Fresh-faced college students, pull up, radios blaring. Older men shuffle on the sidewalk, courting their ailing wives. Little kids romp in the yard.
Soon our Christmas lights will be drowned out with flashing red lights, pouring into my bedroom window at midnight.
Ambulances become frequent, unwelcomed guests during the winter.
But today, the busy street fills me with hope.
May you be blessed and surrounded by the ones you love today.