Saturday morning we left the house early and took Zoey to her first show - Sesame Street Live : When Elmo Grows Up
It brought tears to my eyes to see the excitement Zoey had for the show. I couldn't help but think about how fast time goes .... how one day Zoey will be to big to sit in my lap ...... and she will outgrow Elmo. I am not ready for that day..... so instead I smiled as Zoey enjoyed her popcorn......
.....and I smiled again each time Zoey extended her arm to point to "EMMO" ......
Oh, and Bert and Ernie too.
After the show we were able to enjoy the rest of the day at the beach. I have a deep love for the beach. The smell of the salt air, the smooth sand between my toes, the sound of the roaring ocean and the waves crashing on the sand, and the way the sun beats down as the cool ocean breeze tousles your hair.
Each time I bring Zoey to the "BEESH" I am reminded of the beautiful gift of motherhood. I love the way she loves the beach too. I love to think to myself -she gets that from me- because after all she is my daughter and I am her Mama.
I love to watch her take it all in .....
....... to plant her bottom down in the ground as she digs in the sand ........
...... and she examines each shell like it was a long lost treasure.....
and through her I learn so much
As I scour the beach in search of the perfect whole shell - she collects the bits and pieces of broken and cracked shells.
When I hand her my whole perfect beautiful shell - she is left unphased.
She makes me stop and think - and realize that in her two year old world everything is beautiful.
I want to bottle that up forever. I want to keep her world safe and shelter her from harm. I want to keep her small forever. Small and Innocent.
I love that the beach gives us a time to reflect and a time to see the beauty in the world.But,eventually the sunset and it was time to go home.
Sunday ...... Another beautiful day.... we headed to Aunt Debbie's for the first BBQ of the season. Zoey spent the entire day running around with her cousins.....
..... acting like the "Free Spirit" that she is.....
........ Sometimes Innocent........
........ but most often running .... with the wind blowing her hair ............
and always loved by her Mommy and Daddy ♥
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