Out the left side of the frame I watched a young father and husband hustle out the door and down front steps, off for the day to his newly acquired dream job.
Passing through to the right side of the frame, I saw a wife and mother walking a dog once again around the block, her morning laps providing refuge from the weight of the cancer ravaging her husband at home.
I stood still and watched them, suddenly struck by the very different worlds they were living in.
Yet they occupy the same world. In the same neighborhood. On the same street even. They shared the stage of my window for a brief moment and I pondered the privilege it is to be called neighbor. To be a part of these characters' stories if but for a few years.
As a stay-at-home mom my world can seem so very small, but through our picture window I'm reminded that it's full of incredible opportunities.
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