To commemorate my two year old’s first ever beach trip, Memorial Day weekend at Hilton Head Island I present an acrostic poem:
Braving waves, cold salty water, and swimming supported by parents, aunt and grandparents, he conquered the sea, a place with “no walls.”
Energetically running back and forth with buckets of saltwater and sand to pour all over any attempts to make a sandcastle. Hours contently playing in the “big sandbox.”
Adventurously wandering the shoreline collecting small “angel winged” seashells with his parents and venturing into the shallows on his own splashing with the waves.
Curiously crawling on sand to feel the grit all over his little body and sneaking uncomfortably close to washed up jellyfish.
Happy to play at the beach, eat fried shrimp in a restaurant, sleep on an air mattress and even ride in the car for six hours. Such an easily satisfied and equally resilient little man!
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