Day at the beach!

Yesterday was a day at the beach! D loves the beach (who doesn’t I guess?) Every morning after breakfast, she asks, “Swings and slides? Sand and Water?” And since it’s a beautiful summer, we do at least one of those things each day. And since our beach has both swings and slides and sand and water--and it’s only 6 blocks away--it’s a blast. Usually.

This morning was like every other one for the past week. Beautiful, 70, few clouds, and the water is somewhat calm--it may be just a large lake, but the waves can get pretty big with the right conditions. Just small piddly waves greet us. D is having a blast walking hand-in-hand with me down the coast. She looks at some birds that are flying over head, lets go of my hand, and just stands there staring. Wish I had the camera.

She starts to walk again, but when I turn to look at her, I see a splash. She’s fallen into the water. I wait a few seconds waiting for her to stand up and laugh or cry. But she doesn’t do anything. She just lays there floating on the surface face in the lake. She’s not moving. It feels like minutes, but I know it’s only a few seconds. Maybe 4 or 5 before I jostle her and she lifts her head up and starts to cry. I hold her tight and then she wrestles out, looks at me and says, “Swings and slides?” and she runs towards them.