When you become a parent, there are these moments that surprise you. Moments where you feel like you are going to burst with joy. (Ok, so there are the not so awesome moments too like cleaning up barf and wrestling a little guy who has escaped his diaper change.)
When those moments come, I want to record them, to remember them. When we were at the beach, I had one of those moments. As you know, Leo has mastered crawling. He crawls everywhere and pretty much over any obstacle (even opening our back screen door last night, the stinker).
Kira and her girls (the friends we went with) and I were at the beach. I must admit that I've never been much of a sand person. I wasn't one of those warm beach people that lounge in the sand. My loyalties always lied with the "cool, walk on the beach" kind of beaches. I half expected Leo to be the same.
Oh boy. He practically dived into the sand. He would crawl, stop and examine something, crawl more, let sand drizzle from his hand and then wave his arms in a "this is the coolest thing ever" kind of way. He didn't even eat that much.
Watching him so happy was the highlight for me. He was just so curious and thoughtful. Makes me think that's how I need to live. Stop and see the seashell, celebrate new discoveries (who knew sand could be so much fun!). Sit and bask in your surroundings. And, of course, take a few moments to wave my arms and think "this is so awesome".
I may have crawled in the sand with him, which is saying something for this sand averse mama.
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