Like father……

Like father

The water is warm finally. What does this mean to me? Well, it means I ventured into the water and surfed this past weekend. Really surfed. I held my place in the lineup, and was able to charge like my old pre-baby birthing self. I think I even yelled “Mine” a few times. Oh man, it felt so good.

Bill might have even given me a fist bump over a Mexican feast that evening at our favorite post beach restaurant.

Cory mouthed the word “Cool” and smiled, which says much, as he usually has very little to say.

I wonder what my kids think about having parents like us? We surf, talk to them, laugh with them, cry with them and discipline them here and there when they need it. I can’t imagine having parents that would actually get in the ocean, let alone paddle out on a surf board. I wonder if they think we are weird? I know we are weird, but maybe we have them fooled.

The above pic is one I am printing. It will hang on the left of our entertainment system. On the right is an identical one of his father.

Just keepin’ it in the family, folks.