I love going to the beach: the sound of the waves, the sea air, and the hot sand between my toes... The water draws me in and I spend a good amount of time swimming and riding the waves. However, after a time, I love to walk along the shore, sinking my feet in the wet sand and kicking the waves as they crash into the shore.
As I walk, I take deep breaths of sea air, marveling in the wonders of creation. But, looking the other direction, I also love to people watch. Some of favorite things to see are the families: moms making sand castles with their princesses or dads throwing balls with their sons. Babies’ knees are red from crawling in the sand, but their joy is unquenchable as they splash in the water. And then there are the toddlers: barely having mastered walking, they waddle along, spending an unmeasurable amount of energy.
One specific memory I have is of a son, maybe five years old, walking along behind his father.
