A perfect weekend. You played in the sand, chased waves, played with a Frisbee, dug holes in the sand, and threw seashells into the water. Your grandmother and Aunt doted on you and fussed over you. Your grandfather catered to your every request of play and attention. We all basked in your light as we watched you take on the world. You get wiser and bolder every day.
You were old enough to go on some of the kiddie rides. You were brave and nothing seemed to rattle you. When the rollercoaster took off a bit faster than I had expected, I felt weak inside hoping you were not afraid. The color drained from my face but you were not only fine, you wanted to go on again. Some rides your expression was serious but each time you would always say, “I want to do that again”, assuring me you enjoyed it. The faster or higher the rides the more you seemed to enjoy it. The race car that rotated on a oval whipped us around the corner quite fast causing us to slide to one side. You yelled ‘Whooooaaa’ and laughed at each turn. By the end of the second night, we went on a spinning air balloon where you waved down to the family yelling “Hey everybody!” as you threw your head back in joy.
I can’t imagine seeing anything more thrilling, beautiful or satisfying than You just being You. Your ability to relate your world to us in words are way beyond your years. Your acute observations of your surroundings render me speechless. The way you approach other children eager to be social and make friends is pure sweetness. The youthful innocence which enables you the power to burst forward through life makes me want to protect you beyond comprehension. The spontaneous way you casually break into dance when you hear music cracks me up.
The thing that moves me the most is the sound of your laughter. Those squealing belly laughs. A lifetime of pain fades when I hear your laugh. I wish I can bottle it and take it with me. I hear it most when you are playing with your father. This weekend, there was even more hysterical laughter when Pa-pa played chase with you. It was late, we thought you would of fallen asleep in the car on the way home from the boardwalk. Instead you arrive home eager to bait Pa-pa into a game a chase and tackle in the living room. Bedtime will wait, there is way too much fun going on.
You were old enough to go on some of the kiddie rides. You were brave and nothing seemed to rattle you. When the rollercoaster took off a bit faster than I had expected, I felt weak inside hoping you were not afraid. The color drained from my face but you were not only fine, you wanted to go on again. Some rides your expression was serious but each time you would always say, “I want to do that again”, assuring me you enjoyed it. The faster or higher the rides the more you seemed to enjoy it. The race car that rotated on a oval whipped us around the corner quite fast causing us to slide to one side. You yelled ‘Whooooaaa’ and laughed at each turn. By the end of the second night, we went on a spinning air balloon where you waved down to the family yelling “Hey everybody!” as you threw your head back in joy.
I can’t imagine seeing anything more thrilling, beautiful or satisfying than You just being You. Your ability to relate your world to us in words are way beyond your years. Your acute observations of your surroundings render me speechless. The way you approach other children eager to be social and make friends is pure sweetness. The youthful innocence which enables you the power to burst forward through life makes me want to protect you beyond comprehension. The spontaneous way you casually break into dance when you hear music cracks me up.
The thing that moves me the most is the sound of your laughter. Those squealing belly laughs. A lifetime of pain fades when I hear your laugh. I wish I can bottle it and take it with me. I hear it most when you are playing with your father. This weekend, there was even more hysterical laughter when Pa-pa played chase with you. It was late, we thought you would of fallen asleep in the car on the way home from the boardwalk. Instead you arrive home eager to bait Pa-pa into a game a chase and tackle in the living room. Bedtime will wait, there is way too much fun going on.
I am not sure how me and your father are managing to raise such a cool kid. And you are such a darn cool kid. You have so many facets to your personality, and I love each one completely and equally.
