With the sun so bright at Natural Bridges I couldn’t see them very well. I thought they might be friends. “That,” she said as she pointed to my boys, “doesn’t last very long. They turn into this way too quickly.” She pointed at the person next to her. Her daughter. Almost as tall as her. Enjoying a nice, quiet walk on the beach. No wiggling or butt-dances for the picture. Just the beach, the two of them and peace.
I used to dream of the days when I could use the bathroom privately, sleep through the night and assemble an intelligent sentence on the fly. Don’t get me wrong – I’m looking forward to those days. But mostly I’m just trying to embrace the little I have left of anytime adventures with these two. Like a Friday trip to Santa Cruz, the Seymour Marine Discovery Center and Natural Bridges State Beach.
And then a wave knocked both of them down and they were sopping wet. The sounds of playful frolicking quickly turned to sobs times two. So we grabbed our things and made the long trek back to the car to change. Halfway there we became R2D2, C3PO and Luke Skywalker. On our way home through the “dark forest” of Highway 17, we turned into a family of Ewoks who stole an AT-ST walker. And when my boys get as tall as me this is the picture of what I’d like to remember about today.