We saw the sea for the very first time, again.
It was the first time, in so many ways.
Watching my Little One discover the water, the beach, the waves, all for the very first time – she has seen the water before, but not like this. She has never really noticed it all like this, that is, until now…
Seeing her take it all in… her eyes wide eyed with wonder as she beheld the wide expanse of blue green glory for the very first time… for me this was like seeing the sea for the very first time, seeing it all afresh.
Ah, what bliss! Just sitting back and watching the pure joy in a young one’s eyes, so far removed from everything that threatens that joy, caught up in the moment, the child-like-beautiful-glorious-wonder of it all… oh, what joy!
I don’t need to do anything else. I don’t need to be anything else. I find deep joy in just sitting here and observing her. My heart lifts up when I see her loving life like this.
And I don’t need to be anywhere else. It doesn’t matter who is watching me.
All I want to do is dance and sing and whirl and twirl with her as she takes tentative steps towards the water’s edge… flirting with the sea… coming ever so close and then stepping back again and giggling and giggling and giggling with glee… I laugh with her, scoop her up in my arms and hold her close…
We dance and sing and whirl and twirl together at the water’s edge… laughing with joy together… amazed at the awesome handiwork of the Creator.
This moment is forever etched in my heart.
Watching my daughter fall in love with the sea for the very first time…
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