On our first full day in
Zach had been on the very same beach seven years ago. So had Dahlia, but given the fact that she was four months-old at the time, she didn’t really remember the experience.
This was Noah’s first time, though every time we went to the
To get to the beach, we had to drive over the lift bridge that crosses the
Before long, our elder little folks doffed their shoes and sprinted through the sand toward the rolling waves. For kids who had no intention of going swimming, they got plenty wet: Dahlia was bowled over by a wave as she stood in ankle-deep water, while Zach looked like he’d been through a car wash after he finished skipping through the surf. Noah played happily away from the water, filling his pail with sand. They never stopped smiling, and would have stayed there all day if we let them.
My wife and I held their hands and strolled through the edge of the surf, thinking that this was one of those simple times that they’d likely remember forever. I hope so.