The Light

We have been loving Cynthia Rylant's sweet book series The Lighthouse Family in our spring book basket lately. Zach can't get enough of it. And now he's all about lighthouses.

We have our local lighthouse that we've sailed to many times for photo ops or just on the way from here to there.

But what we love are those quiet, foggy mornings when we're having our tea and coco with the hatches open and we can hear the lighthouse. The low, steady moan that carries across the Bay. He listens breathlessly for 30 seconds and his eyes brighten as the foghorn calls to him.

Finally he got his chance to answer the call. He ran full speed ahead to the base of Drum Point Lighthouse at the Calvert Marine Museum, a screwpile lighthouse exactly like our local one.



He loved exploring the rooms ("It's SO big!" spoken as only a little boy raised on a boat could).



And he talked about all the boats he would save by tending the light through a storm, just like Seabold and Pandora in the stories.



All I could think is that Z is my light. He keeps me going in a storm. Seeing him explore and discover and create brightens my darkest moments. He's so little and yet he manages to keep me on track, steer me straight and true, and light up our lives.