Some years back, we floated the idea of moving to the coast. Raising little surfing babies. Neither B or myself can surf but we hardly thought that was the point. And plus, LD totally has the hair for it.
B loves the ocean. And so do I.
But it scares me, too. I am somewhat trepidatious about the ocean. I don't fully trust it. And I'm not convinced that I'm wrong to feel this way – rip tides? Jaws? sand-loaded bathers crotch? Not convinced.
Despite this, I think living by the beach would be therapeutic. And an unparallelled environment in which to raise children.
A sea change is not in our little family's immediate future but whenever we visit friends on the coast, it ignites that little flame once again.
Last month, we visited friends in Point Lonsdale.
We headed down to beach. The sun was shining but the wind was cold enough to warrant long sleeves.
Zee was seeing the ocean for the first time. And LD, having previously shown some trepidation of the water, had to be physically restrained from running in fully clothed.
I felt that flame burning intensely. I think the photos illustrate why better than I could ever express it.
Note: Here is where the wordless part of this post kicks in……