Beach Day

For years, 10 to be exact, we have lived at the beach. We take it for granted. Summers have passed when our feet haven’t even touched the sand. But, this summer is going to be different because I have a little fella who loves the beach and begs to go there, literally. Last week, Davis and I went to the beach twice. The first time was very impromptu – I was in a dress from work and he was in his regular school clothes. I thought it would be nice to just go and walk and throw shells into the waves. By the time it was all said and done, Davis and I were wading in the water, up to his knees, giggling at every passing wave. After having so much fun, I decided that we would have a real beach day on Friday. I picked Davis up from school and we changed into our swimsuits. We spent all afternoon at the beach, jumping in the waves, Davis dragging me out as far as I would let him, making dribble castles with wet sand, throwing wet sand, burying our feet in wet sand, etc. I didn’t take a watch with me on purpose because I just wanted to freely enjoy the beach and my child. By the time we got into the car it was 3 o’clock. We came home sandy and beach-tired. After showers, we both went to sleep. On that following Sunday evening, Tracy, Davis, and I were sitting at the table having dinner. It was around 6:30 PM, Davis started saying I want to go to the beach, I want to go the beach. I explained that it was too late to go to the beach and that we would go another day. He continued to beg as I continued to explain. Finally Tracy asked, “Davis, do you know what time it is?” Davis responded, “Yes, Daddy, it’s beach time.”

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