After an outing to the park, we went to a homeschoolers’ St. Patrick's Day get-together at a friend’s beach house. There was an Irish storyteller, lots of crafts and games for the kids and afterwards we all walked to the ocean.
By then it was really warm and Alex and Lucas got happily soaked splashing in the surf. John paced the beach fretting over them, especially if Lucas looked as if he was going to get in water above his knees. Even thought I told John that it was OK, I wasn't going to let anything happen to the little ones, he was increasingly agitated and was too worried to have fun.
And then, it happened.
Dolphins - a school of about six or eight of them bounding closer to shore than I've ever seen them do.
You have to know John to know how he feels about dolphins. He loves them. I mean he absolutely loves them. And until now he'd never seen them in the wild.
He ran down the beach looking and yelling with such rapture that I almost cried for happiness, but of course I couldn't let him run down the entire beach, so I went after him. A couple of other homeschooling moms watched the little ones as I chased John. When I finally caught up with him, he turned and cried, "Dolphins!" and hugged me so tight I thought my ribs would break.
What an interesting day. What a wonderful gift. What an awesome memory.
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