True to his name, Bay has always lived near water. In a tiny bungalow on Lake Shore Drive. With mom on Shallcross Lake Road. Now, by Still Pond Creek, but before that I walked him to the edge of the Sassafras to play at the marina. 

Skipping rocks and catching frogs, practicing hand stands in the shallows and defending castles on the shore, Bay has grown in rhythm with the Chesapeake’s tides and its rivers’ currents.

At the boat landing up the road, in cool bubbling brooks, in baby pools and horse troughs and the great wide ocean, Bay is in his element. He is home.