The Imperfect Project. A caserole for my neighbor and friend.

Last Wednesday was a big day for my friend and neighbor, Jill. It was the day that nine months of waiting was rewarded with the arrival of sweet little Poppy, her fourth beautiful baby. Like most births, it really began the day before. I saw Jill that morning, when we swapped preschoolers for a playdate. Leaning on her car she tells me “I think this might be it.” I smiled to myself; is there anything better than the day a new life comes into the world? I saw her a few more times that day, as she shifted uncomfortably and wondered if she was imagining the oncoming labor. As I was putting together our dinner, a family favorite “Squasheroni and Cheese” (an amazing and healthy version of baked Mac & Cheese you can find here), I thought perhaps Jill could use a ready-made dinner that night. I was going to walk it over, but I was kind of in a rush, so I put it in my Cruiser basket and peddled over. Jill and her husband were chatting with some other neighbors on their porch with the kids running all around. She laughed as I peddled up the walk and we both got a chuckle out of the “Leave it to Beaver”-ness of it all; the “casserole”, the Cruiser bicycle and the neighborly-ness. We laughed, but we loved it. I had to stop and take a photo of it, because, well, it was a lovely thing to remember. (Maybe someday I can show Poppy this post) Have I mentioned I love my new home and neighborhood?

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