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All her children in bed late one night, Nora marvelled at them all:
Fourteen year old Pete's limbs were threatening to spill right off.
Five year old Charlie, four year old Jake and three year old Sam looked like three peas in a pod in their equally spaced bunks in the curved wall.
And her little baby Ellie – not quite two – slept on the bottom bunk, thumb firmly in mouth.
Plucking the thumb out, she tugged up blankets and slipped into the lighthouse.
Standing on the balcony, she wrapped a shawl around her shoulders against the cool breeze.
Looking over the water, the light revolved behind her.
Tightening her arms around herself, she couldn't escape the grin the spread across her face. she never thought she could be this happy.
And when Paul arrived back in port the next day on his boat, the kids weren't the only ones running toward him.