Yesterday, two of my dearest and oldest friends came over to our house to join me in a walk with Sophie. I brought her out of her room and put her in her stroller and then busied myself putting on my socks and shoes while we all chattered about one thing or another. I always feel slightly flustered getting Sophie ready to do anything when friends are around. I feel self-conscious, aware of all that I'm doing and need to do, even for something as simple as a walk. Our life is so profoundly different than that of most of my friends, different in a way that is impossible to articulate and probably only completely understandable if you live it. When J sat down in front of Sophie and put her shoes on, gently fitting her tiny feet into the sneakers and then lacing and tying them, I thought I would weep in gratitude, not for the task but for the doing. The giving. That's all it takes.