date night

J and I took a walk out to our neighborhood beach last night. He held my hand and we chatted about life. We collected the most beautiful oyster shells–ones that we’d never seen before but seemed to be in great abundance on this day. We found a giant red huckleberry bush and a gooseberry bush that we plan to go raid tomorrow. He pointed out neat things for me to take pictures of (like the beach grass that Daddy likes).

My boy is growing up. He rolls his eyes and says “whatever” when I tease him now. He has great ambition to play hard until school starts in two weeks. The house will be sadly quiet when that happens (though part of me is counting the hours). Sigh. As my dad would say (and back before that, I believe it was My Fair Lady), “He’s a good boy, he is.”

I’m lucky. And I realize how important it is for me to connect with all three of my kids on an individual level. On the rare instances that it happens now, I learn so much about their unique perspectives and quirky ideals. So much fun.