We’re at the beach this week in North Carolina with the family.
It seems so obvious and overstated to say it, but I love the beach. I always have. I come by it honestly, born from a beach kind of family, never missing a summer without the sea air.
From an early age my sister and I swam in the ocean and learned to boogie board. We spent hours building sand castles and finding sea shells. Mostly we loved the water. Even now, I spend most of my time here in the ocean; swimming, floating, riding waves. Around these parts, it’s so warm that it’s like taking a very delightful bath. Basically I’m a mermaid, except I’m wearing a momsuit and would never be friends with a crab.
For a long time I thought this was how everyone felt. Who wouldn’t want to sit in the sun all day? Who doesn’t love a little sand in the crotch?
And then I met Austin’s family.
The Baers are not prone to water. They don’t like sand or sitting still or getting wet if they don’t have to. In short, the beach is just a really inconvenient place to sit and sweat.
Luckily Austin didn’t inherit those genes, but his family did make me wonder–Are there more people who don’t like the beach? Is this not heaven on earth to everyone?
This is Waylon’s first time to the beach, and I admit I was worried. I was worried he would eat the sand, fear the water, and develop terrible sunburn. I was worried he would hate something I loved so much because it was an inconvenient place to sweat. I was worried he would be a one year old at the beach.
So far, my genes have taken over and he’s happy as a clam. The first day here he walked straight into the water like an old pro, but I suppose I should wait until the end of the week to make any sort of grand statements.
What about you? Are you a beach bum? Will there be sand in your bathing suit this summer? Where is your heaven on earth?