Our corner deli is now open for breakfast. We walked over yesterday to say good morning even though we had already eaten at home. This morning the girls woke up chanting for the deli. We surely can’t make a daily habit of their egg and sausage sandwiches, but the occasional good morning hangout is really nice on this corner of our neighborhood. Walking into a place and being greeted by name is pretty special. When it’s time to leave, F runs to the counter and stands on tippy-toes to yell goodbye to the kitchen. We look at our house from the window and I marvel at how beautiful it is and remember just how far we’ve come. How far this whole little slice of the city has come. What a great neighbor.
