Today, for the second time, the little Peanuts and I ran into Sherri and her children at the playground. We met a week or so ago, and found out that she 1)just moved from Southern California to the Twin Cities, 2)has an almost-3 year old and a 10 month old, 3)is a Christian and wanted my advice on looking for a church, and 4)lived in Chicago before moving to Southern Cal. So, in other words, we had just a *few* things in common. She seems really nice, and is (unfortunately) moving out of our apartment complex in just a few days. We've exchanged phone numbers, though, and are hoping that we can still meet at a playground somewhere nearby and get to know each other better. Miss has a blast playing with her sweet little boy, and Master loves to grin at her little one as they swing side by side.
Before heading to the playground today we also talked with the friendly woman who cleans our apartment building. We see her every day, and she loves to say 'hi' to Corrie, but we've never really stopped to talk with her. As it turns out, she is from Bosnia and has been in the U.S. for six years. She told me that she really enjoys this country, and said, "I have no problem with criminals or things like that, so why shoudn't I be happy?"
Two different encounters, and two different reminders of how many interesting and unexpected relationships can be formed with those right outside your own front door.
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