H, I made a note about this and forgot to post about it.

See, this last summer we went to the beach.

We slept in late, swam in the hotel pool, ate out too much, and headed to beach every evening a few hours before sunset.

It was a delight watching you girls play, but, honestly, I am not a huge fan of the beach life.

I am more interested in being on the patio with a cold drink – looking at the beach.

I am less interested in being in a swimsuit running in the sand and swimming in the ocean.

H, you kept wanting to go out farther and farther into the ocean each day. So mom would take you. Y’all would walk out until the waves were too high for you to bare. And I would play with K back on the beach.

The last night there you insisted I wade out too. We even carried K out to get in on the fun (and because we couldn’t leave her on the beach by herself).

After a bit mom and K went back to shore and you and I stayed for a while longer.

As the waves came in, you started moving your hands back and forth mirroring their rhythm as they crashed. Up and down. Up and down, as the waves hit you right above the knees.

I finally asked, as casually as possible, what you were doing.

You said:

I’m directing waves. Showing them where they need to go.

You kept it up until I eventually told you it was time to go.

I like that you played for so long as if I wasn’t watching.

I hope you always do that.

I love you.

-Dad