The Beach

The very second Hugh stepped onto the beach, he kicked off his shoes {worn on the wrong feet...always!}, grabbed his machines and ran. "Be careful. The sand might be hot." I warned. But it wasn't...it was just right. Hugh ran towards the lake with the kind of confidence seen from a recent graduate of swimming lessons. He let his whole body fall into the water as if he were falling into the arms of an old friend. He squeezed his eyes shut and squealed, "Weeeeeeeeeee". And tonight when my own eyes are squeezing shut, I will replay this momentand this momentand thisand thisand these tooover and over again because watching Hugh & Arlo at the beach brings me nothing but pure happiness.
Thank you beach.xo