My husband

and I have been married for a little over six short

years. During that time we have made seven small and very

large moves, had two babies, and done a lot of traveling.

He was in the Navy so that we were often separated from

each other for long periods of time and almost always far

from our families. It was very difficult at times, but on

the other hand, we have made some very good friendships

along the way and my husband, Bret, and I have developed

a very strong and trusting relationship.

Bret took a

job with Delta almost two years ago and we moved to

Tyrone in May. I am faltering at finding words for what a

wonderful move it has been. God was looking after us when

he put us in the neighborhood that He did. We have been

so blessed.

Never have

we felt so welcomed and loved and comfortable as we did

as soon as we moved in. I get teary-eyed thinking of all

the kind and hospitable gestures we have received from

our new neighbors, community, and now cherished friends.

We were welcomed with a warm casserole while we were

unpacking boxes and cookies while we were still unpacking

boxes. We felt like the guests-of-honor at the summer

cul-de-sac party.

We have

made very dear friends with another family with children

about the same ages as our own. We felt once again

honored to be invited to a progressive dinner party held

on the block up from our own. Since that party we feel as

though we have lived here for 20 years. They are all so

fun and warm.

I have

gotten to go to two different Bunko games and meet some

more fun and sweet women. I already have walking partners

and friends for my kids. A man we had met a few doors

down from us offered to let us borrow his truck if we

needed, only a few minutes after we had met him!

The

appreciation does not end there. I love my little post

office and the nice people that work there. I love the

park and tennis courts and the little lake the kids and I

walk around and feed the ducks at. I love the friendly

conversations between strangers and myself. I love the

First Presbyterian Church in Peachtree City and the

preschool my daughter attends there. I love her teachers

and classmates and other moms that I have met there. I

love my son's speech therapist who visits us twice a

week.

One hot

day, I was getting my kids out of the car at the grocery

store. A woman, who had just loaded her groceries and

kids in her car, noticed I needed her two-seated cart.

She not only brought it to me, but proceeded to very

lovingly lift one of my kiddos into the seat and strap

him in while I took care of the other. I guess it is kind

of sad I am astonished at such sweet and kindly gestures,

but to me they are unusual from my past experiences

elsewhere.

I pray I

will always appreciate and not get used to these

experiences. I believe we moved to a very special place.

Thank you to all of you who touched my family and me.

Words cannot express my gratitude for my very special

gift.

Deb

Davison

Tyrone