My very favorite thing about taking Jacey to the beach was all the firsts. We took her to the beach last year, of course, but she could barely walk–especially in sand–and she was just too young to enjoy it. This time, though, she would have stayed all day. All of the firsts led quickly to seconds and thirds, but I’ll always remember these firsts.
~The first steps on sand.

This first moment she stepped on sand, she fell down, surprised at its texture, and then got a little bit upset that it stuck to her hand. And then, when she got up, she forgot about her dirty hand and decided it was fun to walk in!

And she was off.
~ The first steps into open water.

I thought she’d be scared of the waves, like she was at the water park in SeaWorld. But she plowed right in with no hesitation. (Look at the color of our legs… why do you think my mother always insists on making fun of the color of my skin against Jacey’s? Is it really that different?:)

And she loved it, too.

~ The first time to play with sand toys.

It was uncanny. She walked into the water holding her sand toys, and immediately bent over to dig in the sand with her shovel and put it in her bucket. Nobody told her what to do. She hadn’t seen anybody else playing like that. She just knew.
~ The first time to jump waves.

I helped her jump two, and she just watched them come closer and closer and laughed as I pulled her up and over them. After that, she tried to jump them on her own… but, since she only got about two inches off the ocean floor, it was hard to catch a picture of it!
~ The first time to fly a kite.

There was almost no wind, so it would barely fly.

But she still loved to see it get even just a little bit above our heads!

She liked to “fly” it by herself. Can you see- she’s holding the spool all by herself. She would wave it around and giggle, never noticing that Kellen or I held the string to keep tension on the kite so it wouldn’t fall.
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The firsts really were the best part of this trip. But there were so many other things to like, too…