Being a southern Californian, it is near heresy to admit that I’m not super fond of summer.
I know, I know. I’m sorry.
That said, there are certain days when everything is just perfect. These days are so much more common when you’re at the beach.
Last Sunday we packed Jackson, a picnic, and lots of sunscreen and headed to the shores. We got there fairly early, and despite being August in the middle of vacation central, the beaches weren’t that packed (trust me, this was amazing).
After quickly settling our spot, Jackson, his grandma and I headed down to the shoreline. This child LOVES the beach (especially
eating the sand) . He also has zero fear, so we made sure to keep a close eye (and constant hand) on him as every other minute he’d try to dart out into the waves.
It was so fun to watch him. He laughed as the water came over his feet. He splashed and grabbed at seaweed passing by. He watched intently as seashells tumbled along the sand as the tide pulled back in. Again and again, like there was nothing else to do except just be there.
After a good hour of playing at the edge of the tide, we went back to the tent to have a little lunch and take a break from the heat. Grandma gave Jackson his bottle and they hung out in the shade as Glenn and I went out into the waves.
With the sun warming our backs, we gasped as the cold water hit us higher and higher and laughed as the waves knocked us over. I haven’t been in the ocean like that for years and, at the risk of sounding completely cheesy, it was honestly freeing in a way I haven’t felt in a while. I wasn’t thinking about what else I had to do that day, I was just feeling all the different sensations- the hot sun, the cold water, the taste of salt, the graininess of the sand. It pulled me out of my head and let me enjoy that moment.
That night all of us slept soundly; that deep sleep that only comes from a full day of having fun out in the sun.
That’s the beauty of summer that I have been missing.