MrG and MsS and I looked for clay along the beach to write upon.

Later, when everyone else went back to camp it was my joy to watch MrC, by himself, continuing to work on their fort,adding sticks to the roof, collecting pebbles for a hole in one log, collecting shells for a different spot, putting on display a piece of clay that had “love Mommy” etched into it. He was so content, and so cute, in his own world, talking a bit to himself, not being distracted by siblings or friends.



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