Oh, so happy. Even though the post office hates me. Even though Lucy seems to be on some sort of tidal schedule and is waking up at five forty-five. This morning we walked all the way to Wellfleet and had blueberry pancakes for breakfast.

Well, actually, I had pancakes. Lu had oyster crackers. She is OBSESSED with oyster crackers, and would eat them to the exclusion of everything, with the possible exception of cut-up grapes and turkey dogs, if allowed.

Then we went to the beach. She loves the beach, which makes me so happy. I don't know what I'd do with a kid who didn't love to splash and swim. Her big thing is to have me carry her into the water, toss her in the air, then swoop her down, dipping her legs and tushy in. She laughs and laughs and laughs.

Life is good.