This winter, his parking spot in front of our house was overtaken by snow - Mr. Plow decided that was where aaallllll the snow should go on our tiny street - so Mike had to park elsewhere for awhile.
He and his wife helped me out that night before Christmas when I came home to a break-in that had left our door on the floor.
We have great neighbours. The best.
And the snow is melting quickly.
This morning, I heard Mike's truck start up, while I sleepily hit the snooze button. He's back where he belongs. I smiled and mentally wished him a great day as he drove away, then drifted back to dreamland for just a bit longer.
Good morning, all!
