And then there was this dude.
We’d been to the beach in Galveston a year and a half earlier, and he wasn’t that into it. (And, no offense, Texas, but #FloridaBeachesAreWAYBetter.) Sorry.
Apparently 4 is the magic age.
It was December, yes, but we had amazing weather, including 70 degree days. However, it was December, and the water was icy. And yet, he ran and splashed and dug and just generally had a blast.
And, yes, I know it looks like he only has one arm in that photo, but look at that pure joy.
And yes, I’m that person who can’t fathom when leaving 30 degree weather that we might need swim suits.
I thought as I packed, “Will we be swimming?” and decided there was no way.
Turns out I was wrong.
And so yes, we were those people stripping their kid down to his skivvies.
He got some looks. But you know what? He had no idea. He just knew that he was having fun.