Surfer Boy

Oh, how he loves the water. Loves.  I know I have written about it before, but I seriously cannot get enough of watching him jump into the ocean.

Contemplating the sting of the icy water.


Cautiously inching in.


Up to the ankles.


Caught.


Committed.


Overwhelmed.


Convincing brother to join in.


All in.
 

Splash.


Soaked.


Worth it.



One day I will love visiting him at his beach house.  And I'm sure all my blond tan grandchildren will know how to surf by the time they are 5.