Just five years ago to the date, same beach, same activity, same kids. And same fascination with the varied sea life on the oyster flats. Hard to believe the difference, though. I blink and Skyla is suddenly a 9-year old with a rapidly expanding world of her own thoughts, emotions, friends. Weston is a 6-year old “big boy” who loves basketball, legos and building anything. Where did our babies go?
I love watching them grow, but part of me already misses holding their hands and goofy chatter about birds and trees and caterpillars.
Mostly, I’m just thankful they are healthy and happy and still want to go fishing and foraging with their old man. I hope that part lasts for a long, long time.