Sometimes kids show signs they belong where they were born. Yesterday was Diego’s third trip to a beach in his first 13.5 months of life. He’d previously been to this New England beach when he was about three months old and he visited a small playa in his mom’s native Spain at around 4 months. The long winter intervened, and despite dealing with some next level crazy few of the bath right now, we could not keep Diego out of the rather chilly water. He loved the whole experience, and while this isn’t my favorite photo of him on the day, it’s the one that I think captured his desire to walk out to the surf and face a wave. He even looks like he is saying his new word, “beach,” which to my amazement he said twice yesterday, even without us having said it ourselves much! His parents have very different backgrounds, and there’s always chatter about whose side he gets certain traits from, but here we both can claim lineage: while his mom isn’t from here - and I am - she loves New England beaches with a serious passion. And me? Let’s just say I love being in the water, regardless of temperature, something this little man seems to be able to do with near reckless abandon.
