Recently, the neighbors in the big blue house across the street moved out. They were the seasoned neighbors. The ones who had been there before we moved in. The ones who had older kids. The ones who organized the snow blower club, and who served up a chili dinner every time it snowed. The ones who didn’t mind that our kids liked to ride bikes in their circle driveway and play football in their front yeard. We will miss them.

But now new neighbors have moved in. They came all the way from Portland, Or. They have three little boys — two Jonah’s age. They don’t seem to mind when our kids join theirs riding bikes in the driveway. They call it “The Track.” They want in on the snowblower club. They like happy hour. They seem to be fitting right in.