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Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

It was our first real boat celebration- corned beef in the pressure cooker, with cabbage, potatoes, carrots and a whole lot of horseradish sauce (oh, new love of my life!). Good times.

The adjusting continues- in all the right ways. We are reminded that there is land time and there is boat time. If one project a day gets accomplished, we are feeling victorious. Dishes take longer. Coffee takes longer. Making a sandwich? Epic. But it feels good to slow down. To let go of schedules and routines and just let the days settle into a rhythm. Especially on a rainy day like today. Sophie colored all day. Seriously, filled page after page of her new coloring book, a gift from a boat friend. It came with a box of two dozen colors and suddenly she is captivated by the possibilities- rainbow dolphins, Lion Kings with rainbow manes. It’s really sweet. And great practice for writing . . . all five hours of it.

Rosy has tromped through every puddle of our marina. Multiple times. She wears three sets of clothing per day. Each muddier than the last. She requests her “giraffe”- life vest, and loves her new lee cloth. We’ll see how she does with it at 2AM.

There is nothing like the boat- it feels like everything I remember. The time stretching, the creaking, the dishes, the camaraderie. And now with the ultimate ambassadors. They get smiles and questions every where we go. They have friends in multiple states and multiple countries now. My girls, worldly and adventurous, even with sponges on their heads.