Watching as he slowly climbs, one foot in front of the other, he reaches the top. Triumphantly, he stands at the peak for a minute to take in the view – the wind blowing through silky brown hair. Lifting his hands to his face, he pushes it aside before beginning the 3 second journey to the bottom of the slide, accompanied by a chorus of laughter from the pair of us.
Lifting him high into the air I spin him around.
“That was fun! What shall we do now?” he asks excitedly as I take his tiny hand in mine.
“I know a really cool place, you’ll love it” I say with a smile.
Feeling the sand in between our toes, we walk along listening to the waves gently crash against the shore and the greedy seagulls, circle overhead. The sun warming our faces as every few steps, he bends down to pick up another smooth pebble or a shell. One by one he places them delicately into my hand as if they were priceless treasures, to join the rest of them in my now bulging pocket.
There is something so vulnerable about him; I vow to protect him with everything I have. I will never leave him and never let him forget how special he is.
And on we walk until the sun turns a golden red and the sparkling sea moves out to follow it, leaving behind glistening sand.
“Little man”, I say as I scoop him up into my arms and give him a big squeeze, “You can be whatever you want to be! Never forget that. You are amazing”.
He giggles. I laugh.
With that, we turn off the beach, and slowly make our way home.
“I love you” he says, still looking up at the evening sky, now filling with stars.
“I love you too little man. I always will”.
If I could have a single day, that’s how I would spend it with my tiny self. It would be beautiful.