Whether it was the vacationing for 2 months a year in Florida with my family, or the spending the rest of the year living in Nova Scotia and being surrounded by the water (literally, it’s a peninsula), I’ve always been a beach person. I have many happy memories walking beaches and collecting shells or curling up with Tim on a blanket in the evening and watching the waves roll in with a cup of hot chocolate. When I was living in Toronto I missed the smell of the salt water. So when Tim was sent to Moncton I was happy to join him knowing that we were minutes away from a beautiful beach – Parlee Beach.
I was really hoping that I would get to spend some of the summer at the beach with my boy – and I have.
He loves looking at the water but shrieks when I dip his toes in it.
He loves the feel of the sand. But not so much the taste.
And he is happiest of all in the sun shelter hanging out with Mom and looking at all the people.
It’s crazy to think that next year he’ll be running around, swimming and building sand castles!
