While this sociable crustacean is naturally associated with the beach, MS IS NOT! The "beach" has always been father daughter, able bodied time in our story. With temps of 100 degrees and college starting in a couple weeks, my daughter and I headed to the Jersey Shore.
Bodyboarding is an obsession. From morning to end of day we ride the waves. The mythical "Selkies" of yore must have left some DNA in our Scotch Irish ancestral blood.
Riding one particular wave we found ourselves racing each other toward shore while weaving and curling around waders. As Megan began to pull ahead down the finish I reached over and tipped up her board's batwing sending her sprawling into the surf.
Coasting onto the beach in victory, I thrust my arms into the air beginning my victory dance. Megan was kneeling in the sand spewing out salt water and laughing, “You cheated! I can’t believe my own father just knocked me off my board to win a race.”
Welcome to the adult world, college girl! <grin> … anyway, what about all the times I pretended to loose when she was little?
Everything changes in life, except the surf still crashes to the shore. I find enchantment in those waves.