I've spoken before about the generosity of spirit I've (we've) encountered since Harriet was sick.
There's so much on TV and in the papers about the worst side of human nature, that we don't take enough time to cherish the best. I will say that coming out the other side of what we experienced, I really don't take the little things for granted any more. I do stop and smell the roses.
Harriet, in fact all three of us, have been Charlie and Lola fans since she was born, when our friends Lou and Yorky gave us taste of the brilliance behind this creation with a few books. If you've never heard of it, well it's not just for the kids.
Charlie and Lola were a big support to Harriet, and us, through that long hospital stay. We read the books, watched all the DVDs (or dvdv's, should I say), in particular the Christmas one as we were gearing up for being home in time for Christmas, Harriet's first one, as a nearly 3 year old, where she would really understand Santa.
We today a package arrived for Harriet. From London. Full to the brim of Charlie and Lola stuff – nighties, undies, DVD and a pencil case. None as lovely as the accompanying note.
That's pretty well the singularly most amazing thing someone can do, but Claudia shares top billing with Liz, my Mum's friend who asked a friendly bird (her UK friend) to ask another (Claudia, aka UK friend's niece) if she might spare Harri a thought. When I met Liz she was wearing a red jacket and red glasses and I liked her instantly.
Thank you, lovely ladies, for making a Mum, and her precious girl, so happy.