The peace of the ocean
W e packed like we were leaving for a weeklong vacation instead of a Saturday afternoon. Diaper bag zipped tight, backup outfits folded like origami, fruit pouches counted twice, pacifier clipped to his shirt like a tiny insurance policy. Our sweet seven-monthold watched from his favorite spot on the floor of the living room while we hurried around him, wide-eyed and patient, like he knew the d...
