postscript

When I wrote yesterday's post I was thinking about Elliott and a way to illustrate the strange reality of never wanting to have a child who has special needs and being so grateful for exactly the child that I have. But after rereading it I realize that people could get the wrong impression of my playgroup and the women in it. Soon after having Liam I got swooped up into a group of neighborhood moms who all had babies around the same age. At first it was just nice to have peers to celebrate and commiserate with as we got our feet wet in motherhood. But this has not been just any group of women. The playgroup quickly spawned a book club, a regular girls' night out and many very dear friends. Nearly every day these women offer me support, advice and comic relief. We have shared great joys and unthinkable losses. And we talk about far, far more than doing laundry and wiping bottoms. It is a rare and precious thing to have this kind of friendship right where one lives and I want to be sure to say that I am incredibly grateful for this gift.

Also, on a completely different note, if anyone made the shredded wheat bars I posted recently, I forgot to include the egg in the recipe. Oops. (The error is now corrected in the original post.) So sorry to those of you who ended up with shredded wheat granola instead of bars!