Just a warning.
This loving-your-neighbor stuff is serious.
Especially when they live in your actual neighborhood.
They know where you live.
If you make them feel comfortable, welcome, full, loved...they might come back for more.
Sometimes it's easier to love on your neighbor on your own schedule. It's one thing to set aside a weekend, pass out invitations, plan a party, and love on your neighbors.
It's another thing entirely when they show up on your front porch the very next day, asking if you have any more burgers. (Why yes we do.)
And chips. (Nope! You took them all home with you!)
First of all, when someone rings my doorbell unexpectedly, I have to make a real choice. Hide or don't hide. The struggle is real, y'all.
But we opened the door, and there was the family from down the street with all the boys. We talked on the front porch and invited them to hang out there until we figured out a way to feed them all. We "grilled" burgers inside on the stove, while the whole family lined up on the bench on my front porch. It was kind of adorable.
I'm trying to pinpoint the emotion that I was experiencing. I think it was...mirth.
We fed our neighbors, again, for the second time in two days. We played some silly games in the front yard, had a hula-hoop contest, and talked about life. And then they went home.
It was like an after-party, a full day AFTER the actual party.
Don't say I didn't warn you.