Do you remember your first trip to the beach? Do you remember the way the sand felt between your toes? The sound of the waves rolling in and out? The smell of salt in the air? Maybe you lived near a beach and were lucky enough to visit often? Living in a land-locked state like Oklahoma did not afford me many chances to go play in any ocean waves. Lakes, yes. Oceans, no. My list of oceans/seas/gulfs visited is pretty short: Gulf of Mexico, Caribbean, Mediterranean Sea, and The Atlantic.
My first trip to a true beach was when I was five. My parents took me down to Galveston, TX to build sand castles and chase sea gulls. I remember the squishy feeling of the sand. And I remember that I loved my new red bathing suit with tiny white polka-dots all over it. I felt pretty spiffy.
My daughters, sadly, have never been to a beach, but dream of playing in the water and hunting for sea shells. Lucas, however, got to experience his first beach trip last month. It was a beautiful 85 degree day. Bright sun. Gentle waves. It was near perfect (except for the fact that Hannah and Leah were not with us). Watching him take in his new surroundings was priceless. I loved the way he picked his feet up high as he tried to walk in the shifting sand. He showed a big, gap-toothed grin when he felt the cold water tickle his chubby feet. He is a very thoughtful kid, staring intently at things as if he is really trying to figure them out. He spent a lot of his time sitting on a beach towel or on a comfy lap just taking it all in. I am so glad we got to have that experience with him!
At Sandy Hook Beach
Two great smells: salt water and sweet baby
Checking things out
Coming back to mom
Love this boy, boogers and all!