We took turns crouching down with him at the water’s edge. The ocean looks much different from his perspective. The waves crash harder, louder, and faster than they seem to from up higher. Of course, we stood in awe of him as he stared with wonder at the sea. He squinted his eyes in the breeze. He dug his toes into the wet sand. He was wary of the waves at first. As they became more familiar to him, he became mesmerized by them.
This is the stuff our dreams are made of.
As we retreated from the shore, I pocketed a seashell to start his collection of travel treasures.