Is it the dawn of summer, or my youngest child's emotional college graduation weekend, or the ability to all gather again that makes me feel like we've genuinely struck gold? I'm rereading A Gift from the Sea (yes, still on the same 90 page book I started six weeks ago). The chapter on the rare Argonauta shell struck a chord. The Argonauta is technically not a shell, but a creature more closely related to an octopus. The female holds onto its cartilage "shell" only while in need of a cradle to shelter her young. When her eggs mature and release, the mother lets go of the shell and launches off untethered and unprotected into the sea to begin her next chapter. Mission accomplished. Sigh.