Sun to the Sand

I brought J to the beach today, I think this is the first time since he has learned to walk, that I have taken him to the beach. He stood on the dry sand outside the vehicle frozen stiff with excitement, the feel of the wind on his back, the leaves rustling by; his eyes busy about the place. I could almost see his thought; "oh my god, what's that over there, what is this strange force at my back pushing me unwillingly forward, what are those brown pear shaped things moving on the ground with no feet, what is daddy doing over there, what is he saying?"



And he lets out this laugh, claps his hands and bolts forward towards me. I pick him up and we walk down to the beach; I remove his shoes and set him down on the wet sand. At first he is apprehensive, but then his curiosity piques. He dips his toes into the wet sand and smiles, the smile turns to a giddy laughter, then he bends down to grab a hand full, takes a curious look (head tilted to the side), then rubs the sand between his fingers, taking in the texture. More uncontrollable thoughts pour out from him; "What is this strange thing?". "It feels weird, OMG something new."



My sun experienced sand today; today I discovered the joys of sand.