One of the things I love about my mom is her ability to find so much joy in simple things. She couldn't stop talking about how rejuvenated she felt after having laid on the sand for a couple hours a few short minutes away from their house. She said she felt like she had been on a mini-vacation. The ocean really is miraculous, I swear just sinking your toes into the sand and listening to the hypnotic waves woosh and kashoosh on the shore can cure all manner of ills.
Speaking of finding joy in the little things, Sam is another expert in this department. I love how he opens my eyes to things I've forgotten how to see. He was excited to gather snails (pronounced by Sam "-nay" with an outbreath of air through the nose preceding it for the "s" sound) and proudly show each one to me. As kids we would hum to snails to make them come out of their shells. It still works.
My dad rode his bike down to the beach and Mom, Sam and I met up with him there. While my parents snuggled and napped on the warm sand, Sam discovered the exquisite feeling of sand shifting beneath your feet as the waves come and go. He was fearless about entering the water and didn't seem to mind the cold one bit. Terns wheeled overhead occassionally collapsing their wings into an aerodynamic torpedo and slicing into the water after some hapless fish. The seagulls chased each other through the clear sky calling "Mine! Mine!" and fighting over bits of sea snacks.
Eventually after wearing himself out in the surf and the sand, Sam had a beachside snack and fell asleep. What a blissful afternoon. We're already planning on going back tomorrow!