We’re at the beach this week.
Don’t be hatin’
We’re here because Leo has to work. There’s free nursery care for Cordelia in the mornings, so Simeon and I went to the beach alone this morning.
We were having a great time dodging waves and watching fish jump when a girl, maybe six, swam up.
I saw her watching us for a while. As Simeon drifted a bit, she turned and asked: “Is that your son?”
“Yes, he is.”
The tiny skeptic raised one eyebrow: “He’s pretty dark…”
“I know, isn’t he a lovely color?”
She pursed her little pink lips: “Well, he must spend all his free time at the beach!” She seemed incredulous at the frivolity.
I laughed to myself as she swam away. Then I turned to see my dark little boy swimming across the glassy sea towards me. Humming merily as he paddled against the current. My heart soared. He hasn’t been the easiest child to love, but I wouldn’t trade him for the world.