This morning,  I had Starbucks with my middle daughter.  I reminded her about the miracle that I blogged about last night.  Of course she didn't remember,  but she remembered hearing about it.  I asked her what she thought about the boy scout.  She smiled but didn't answer.  I could have been on the beach,  part of one of many family groups.  How did he know to come to the boardwalk? (quite a distance from the beach) How did he know which mom to go up to?  

My adult daughter and I sat drinking coffee in the warm fall sun.  We talked quietly and even without words shared the past and the future by our presence.