Having a village... a nascent one even... makes our world a whole lot better.
Parenting is one of those times that you have to work at being friends sometimes.
It's not like a freshman hall, or a crop of new hires at your first job.
It's hard to identify when a friendship begins.
Was it when she popped out a formula bottle at a meet up when you were feeling down in the dumps about BFing not working out?
Or that time when you took a chance and had sushi and shared a crazy brain story and she nodded instead of judging?
Or when, on a walk, there was just something there and unspoken that seemed right and normal and natural?
But you try. And you open yourself up a little.
And all of a sudden, a little village (a loud one) starts to emerge.
And for that? I am grateful.