Last week, while the Pres headed off to work (yes work...don't worry though...only PT for his brother), I headed to RI to spend the day with my daughter and Angel. It was one of those days...perfect, sunny, around 80 and a wonderful breeze making the beach PERFECT.
What I didn't expect to see was a beach baby...not this late in the year. Yet there it was. Larger than Mom, it cried and carried on as Mom stood by watching and listening patiently. It hung around the small inlet and when the water rushed in, it would scurry around after fish. What I did observe was this. When Mom was around, it cried. When Mom wandered off, it's demeanor changed completely. It stood erect, rather than submissively, stopped crying and took care of itself.
Sharing some of the day with you and those at