You know what I love about the ocean by us at this time of the year? With intoxicatingly warm air and water temperatures, itâ€™s so hands-on. While I really love visiting some of the beaches around the world that have dramatic, rocky cliffs that plunge sharply down to the shore below them, I think I would be beside myself if I couldnâ€™t ever get in the middle of it all, if I couldnâ€™t have the tactile experience of sand on toes and water on skin. Itâ€™s not that Iâ€™m a big water sports kind of girl or anything, but I do want to be in the water, not just observing it. The small people feel this way, and then some.
My daughterâ€™s favorite thing to do is to play in the ocean with her daddy. They start off jumping waves, and then she pretends to push him in the water. Heâ€™s a good sport about it, letting her push him under the waves time and time again.
Then, at some point, Iâ€™ll look up from whatever Iâ€™m doing and see this.
My middle son loves the water. The entire time heâ€™s out in it, he has a huge grin on his face. He also gets jazzed when a wave catches him off-guard and knocks him over. Then, heâ€™ll come running out up on shore, saying, â€œThat was so (emphasis on so) awesome (emphasis on awesome)!â€
Heâ€™ll stop for a few minutes and stare at the water, almost looking as if heâ€™s posing for an inspirational photo, and then heâ€™ll run back out into the ocean again for another round.
ploughing through them, diving under them, looking as if he was born for this. Heâ€™s magnificent to watch.
And so we spend our time these days, half on land and half in the sea.