A woman approached our family this evening, on the beach, and asked permission to photograph us for her clinical practice with young children.  She said she was so moved watching my kids running in the sand, flying kites, and flocking into the cold waves....while Tom interacted with them by doing the same things and I snuggled with Lily, who wasn't feeling well.  She commented that we looked like a modern-day Norman Rockwell painting...Silently I had to chuckle....if she only knew the depths and compplexities of the individuals of our little unit, and our sometimes dysfunctional dynamics, maybe she would have reconsidered her subjects....or perhaps she would say that our participating as a unit, in spite of our flaws, is what makes us worthy.