a boy and the water

While it's no secret that (one day, when they cure severe morning sickness) we would like more children, I am sorta loving the just having one stage.

I can do things like take my one year old to the beach. Friends, keeping up with a crazy toddler at the beach is no joke, and if I had a baby or another kid under the age of, like, 6, it would not be happening.

So I took Joe to our small, dinky, very-Indiana beach. What it lacks in views (seriously, you are looking at a highway, townhouse construction, and a hospital... so I guess it may not be that hard to pretend it's California), it makes up for in accessibility and in our son's joy of being there.

Joe loves the water (he always has).
Joe did a Baywatch reenactment the first time we took him to the beach. Full force, unbridled, he ran straight to the shore and dove face-first into the water.

He giggles and giggles as he splashes. He digs and digs in the "sand". He runs around. The sun makes his hair more strawberry than blonde and his little, squinty red face is full of contentment.

1/4 Californian, with 100% of his grandfathers having been life guards & swimmers, this kid has it in his genes to be a water baby.

While he soaks up the sun and environment, I soak up getting to be his momma. (and I love, LOVE how with his rolling cheeks and squinty eyes I see my dear father-
in-law, and mischievous grin I see my dad, and messed up crazy hair and face shape I see my brother as a little kid)

And my heart hopes he finds his Maker here, and wishes for his kingdom more than the shores of the sea.

But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream. Amos 5:24


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