The Art of “Dropping By”


Dropping in. Stopping by. Call the casual gesture of connecting with friends and neighbors whatever you please, just dont call it a thing of the past.

Around the holidays, I was lamenting our ever-fast, always-scheduled lives and challenged friends to slow down and sit a spell. The coffee was on. The cookies were out. I even swept the floor and washed the dogs in anticipation of drop-ins.

Imagine my excitement when my son yelled out, Mom! Theres some lady at the door! Surely it was someone stopping by! I ran down the hall, buttoning pants and straightening wet hair- so thrilled.

Single handedly, I reinvigorated a tradition that went the way of scratch and sniff stickers! So excited I was when I opened that door and invited our visitor in for some coffee and fresh baked cookies. We grabbed the holiday napkins and plates, fixed ourselves a nice little spread.

Then something caught my eye. I looked from her hands to her hip where a laminated badge hung and then back to her hands, where a small box sat. Yes, she was dropping by. at the service of the person who sent us a package. Nonetheless, she admired the twinkly tree, gushed over the cookies, and scooted on her way.

She may not have been the dropping inner or stopping-byer that I planned on, but Id like to think in our own little way, we connected. We took the time for the things that really matter. And that, should not be a thing of the past.

//Jennifer Howard, Summer Corner Communication Director

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