Dawning Day

Just after dawn, Samara and I ventured to Preston Beach and enjoyed low tide, the warmer waves and an incredibly secluded, peaceful couple of hours together. I just love seeing our dear friends, especially those who are mammas to her dear friends, each day, but every now and then, you have to have some mother/daughter alone time... (Well, we do for about 20 hours every day, but you know what I mean...) I love this time of laughing and playing together. I love how Samara knows me so well that she can hold on a little tighter before I even start to lean over pick up her toys. humbled how she never gets tired of chasing me across the sand, and holding my hand in the waves. She makes me wade deeper than I would have expected. I make her take more steps than she would have dared. I love how she knows directions now and leans towards the swings at the end of Beach Street long before we even see them, goes to the window and points to her red car on the patio, even when it's dark out, or burrows her head to the left at the top of the stairs when she wants to snuggle in our bed before being tucked into hers. She is a clever girl. And, to add another feather to her cap, she now knows the lyrics to "Who let the dogs out?!!" (Cue ridiculously enthusiastic, occasionally on time Samara: voooof voooooof, drewl drewl) Tonight we went to the beach again, with Samara's dada (the most fun swing-pusher) and had one of those perfect summer nights. Dinner on the deck, sand before bed, sunset with a G&T in hand. Gosh, we are lucky. And tomorrow we get to do it all again.

I love this photo...