Over Spring Break we spent a day together at the beach in Galveston. Even though it was a beautiful sunny day, it was a little chilly out. There were a few daring souls in bikinis, but they weren’t in the water.
They were like lizards, staying close to the sand.
While Oaks and Scott were endlessly passing the football, Noah decided to conquer these rocks. At first it was just a curious journey to the top. But once he found his footing, it became a race against the clock. “Mom, time me!” Which became, “I want to beat my last time!” Which quickly became, “Mom, race me!”
What had appeared such an easy feat for Noah to make it to the top of the rocks in less than thirty seconds, felt a lot more monumental once I was looking down at the giant gaps between the sharp rocks (in my flip-flops). A couple …