Pottery shenanigans, a visit to Hartland then Maine, and a beautiful baby, not quite ready to be born.  It was a series of adventures that brought us to the Gaspesie, Quebec.  We arrived at night, in the dark, and checked in to our little room across from the beach.

After the kids were settled and sleeping, Lee and I talked and cried, and he said I love you I love you I love you forever, I know you, I love you, it’s ok.  And this was nice, because he’s not usually so effusive.

The next day, we visited dear friends, and then spent the afternoon on a wide deserted beach, blanketed with smooth stones, swirled shells, soft sand.  Horus and Treva disrobed immediately, and the hours that followed were enchanted, with nary a squabble, just intense, concentrated absorption in the work of exploring water & rock, animal & insect.  Felix sucked the rocks and ate the sand, and exclaimed over everything his big brother and sister said and did, and followed them around like a happy puppy.

There was a pirate ship, and so we were pirates, and there was a lighthouse, and so we took some faraway postcard pictures, and there were so many sweet shots, I had to share them all here.