Beach

My husband and I share a love for spontaneity (when we're not exhausted), so when we woke up earlier than normal yesterday, the beach was a no brainer. It was the perfect day.

Lincoln did surprisingly well. He loved the feeling of the sand against his toes. He was fascinated with the seagulls, otherwise known as beach pigeons, roaming about and scouting for food. He made it a point to walk up to every stranger within 10 feet of our umbrella and give them a high-five (extrovert in the making, I'm sure).

I never imagined how much I would enjoy just watching him experience new things. It's one of the many amazing joys of being a parent. 

But the trip was not without tears (keeping it real): during the car ride both ways, on the beach when he realized the strength of the waves crashing against the shore (he was terrified actually), and of course when the very last Boardwalk fry was gone. For us, these short-lived episodes were terribly minor in comparison to how much we truly enjoyed being together. 

I know I say it a million times, but I'm so very thankful.