Happenings

It was a warm spring morning with nary a cloud in the sky when our family packed a picnic lunch and headed to the beaches of Camp Pendleton, California. We had been waiting of this day for months, and the long drive along California’s congested highways was met with much anticipation.

After weaving our way through the tangled traffic, we finally arrived at the almost deserted beach. The kids peeled away their clothes until only their swimsuits remained and bounded across the warm sand towards the crashing waves.

Upon arriving at the water’s edge, they both squealed and ran away from the creeping liquid when they felt just how cold it was.

Not to be outdone by their boundless energy, the waves silently chased them up the sandy beach in a gem of tag. The kids looked down just in time to witness their feet swallowed by the ocean, and then the ocean ran away, begging them to chase it.

And chase it they did. In and out, back and forth for well over and hour. The kids and the ocean palying tag. the ocean’s mighty waves roared in the distance-but quieted to a whisper as it approached them-almost as if it was afraid of frightening its new playmates away.

After hours and hours of fun in the sun, we begrudging ly loaded up in our van and began the long drive home along California’s congest highways with much disappointment that the day we had been waiting for for months was over so quickly. Afte weaving our way through the tangled traffic, we finally arrived back home. I sighed a bit and thought back to our fabulous day. I’ll never forget that day of watching my children play tage with the ocean. Although the day itself was short, the memory of it will remain forever ingrained in my heart.