Michael and I have always been beach people.
I like falling asleep with sand in my bed.
In my hair.
In between my toes.
I love the taste of salt on my lips and the coconutty stickiness of left over sunscreen on my skin.
I like lounging in the sun and rolling in the waves.
Michael and I instantly bonded over our love for the Ocean.
and my beautiful, full of life, little piece of peach pie step son?
Well, he has always been a beach lover but...
He has always been a bit afraid of the water itself.
A sand castle builder and a seashell collector he was but a fear of going in over his head and getting water in his eyes plagued him.
This was quickly turned around after a few swim lessons and now?
There is no fear.
Now that boy is a fearless wave jumper.
A free spirit.
A rock thrower.
and every year on Fathers Day we kick off our summer right with a trip to another secret spot we affectionately call Fathers Day Beach.
No matter the weather. The color of the sky. the temperature of the water. We always make the trek out to our favorite spot in the sand, hunker down for picnics, kite flying, and seashell collecting.
Long before I became pregnant I always had dreams of bringing out little baby to Fathers Day Beach with us. Having that moments come true was surreal.
Chapter 3 to come...