And so another Maine vacation is over. Lake withdrawal has set in. I washed the little babe's swimsuits and put them away. Her life jacket is hanging in the mudroom, looking forlorn. I made a batch of pancakes with the native Maine blueberries we picked on the island, standing on the sand with the morning sun warming our backs. The beach buckets and stinky seashells still need cleaned, but I'll let the sand stay on them for a bit longer. When the days get chaotic, the fur is flying, and the tantrums are loud, I'll take a deep breath and think about a quiet Maine moment. Stress relief in a memory.