We finally took Cameron to the beach a few weeks ago! We have a family tradition of gathering at my Dad's place for the ACC Basketball tournament each year to pull for the Tarheels. It is a very good thing that the whole family is a Tarheel fan. I cannot even begin to IMAGINE the drama if we had a State fan in the immediate family...much less a Dookie. I mean REALLY. A family has STANDARDS. (this is beginning to sound like an old fashioned Southern genteel drama...) Anyway, the weather at the beach, unfortunately, was a little gloomy and very windy. Babies are funny in the wind. Cameron's eyes get wide and he gulps over and over like a fish out of water. I imagine he is filling his lungs with all that fresh air...in this case, wonderful salty, sea air. I wonder what he thought when he first smelled the sea air? Maybe..."Ummmm....Fresh Clams!" or "Ummmm....Fresh Shrimp!" Ok, well, that's what I thought, but I just know he was thinking something! Imagine, for a minute, being a baby. Every single experience is brand new. What an exciting world for a baby! You get in the car in Raleigh and drive for 3.5 hours and when you get out boom! The air smells different. Why, you wonder? We bundled Cameron up and took him down on the sand. He seemed to be excited...or maybe Darby
and I were just excited enough for all of us. We sat him down on a blankie and the first thing he did was reach out, grab a handful of sand and let a squeal of delight.
HE LOVED IT!!!!! YAY!!!!! I was SO happy! The beach is such a special place for me and Darby and for my family, and I SO want Cameron to grow up there as much as possible. (Aren't I a great mother? My goal in life is to raise a beach bum....)
Actually, I just want Cameron to be happy...whatever that means. If it happens to include sitting on the beach with Mommy and Daddy
watching the waves roll in or looking for shells, or watching the porpoise jump in the tide or walking up to the pier for a hot dog or catching fiddler crabs or making frog houses or building a sand castle and then watching it get knocked down...well, then that will be wonderful.But above all else, may he be happy.