Now it’s time to wax philosophic about the TPTs … how lucky I am to have found this group of women in Boston. My mother always used to say that the friends she “had her babies with” were the enduring ones – a special tribe – and that’s the case here. I count 16 babies in 4 years, and another one to come this winter … wow! Who else can I call to discuss weird rashes, the composition of spit-up, or Grace’s wild, excorcist-like moods?
We are nominally a book club, but we all know we’re really a drinking club. And a very deep set of friendships. The holy grail has been achieved: we are all friends, our husbands are all friends, and our children are approximately the same age. I knew these friendships were the ones my mother was talking about when I was sitting at Will Lavallee’s christening, and suddenly realized: wow.
I guess I am counting my blessings this week, and one long list of blessings is the wonderful women this world has introduced me to. So much love!