MOVING DAY
/It's 5:30 in the morning. My wife and I are standing at the end of our driveway with our arms around each other's waists.
"We are really going to miss them."
"Yes, we are."
"We couldn't ask for better neighbors and better friends."
"Yes, it is hard to imagine they will be gone soon."
Just then the engine of the moving van roars to life, headlights come on and the moving van slowly backs out of the driveway across the street from our home.






