I knew exactly where our next “Mommy and Noah” destination would be when Noah pointed to a picture of the ocean in one of his books and said “sand box!”.
It was time to go to the beach.
I’ve found that most people fall into one of two categories – they’re either beach people or pool people. I, for the most part, fall into the latter. Not that I don’t love the beach but on a hot summer day I typically prefer sitting by, and swimming in, a pool.
But the beach in the fall? Love it. And last Thursday was shaping up to be an ideal end-of-summer beach day. The forecast predicted warm weather in the morning, showers in the afternoon and much cooler temps by evening – signalling the impending arrival of autumn. I seized the opportunity to take my beach-deprived boy on a trip. We went to a small private beach, about 45 minutes away, that was on the sound as opposed to the ocean. I liked this because Noah is like a magnet for the water and I knew that the sound’s calmer, shallower and warmer conditions would be preferable to the ocean. Especially in clothes.
When we got there, the beach was mostly deserted, the air was comfortably warm and the tide was very slowly coming in.
He got right to work, splashing in the water, collecting shells and organizing his tools:
And I got the opportunity to remind myself how no swimming pool can compare to warm sand, salty air and the natural beauty that surrounded me.
And for me?
It was looking at those adorable, tiny bare feet – which still fit in the palm of my hand – and relishing how young, and new and fresh his life still is.
It was a perfect day.