Mornings at the beach with this little babe. He was on the journey back to me after chasing a rogue piece of paper that was being tumbled down the sand by the wind. I had jokingly said to him “Go get it boy, go on” and he’d so happily trailed after it, desperately trying to crawl as fast as the wind was flipping it. When he finally caught up to it he lifted it triumphantly up in the air with one hand and mama took an out of focus photo. Argh! So here he is on the way back.
I need to go to the toilet and so while Jessica talks to her sister I mouth “Can I leave him with you?” and hand you to her. She smiles taking you on her hip and walking around our driveway with you while I go. So nice not to have you sitting on my lap or crawling around the floor of the bathroom while I try to wee. When I am done I stand in our doorway and watch for a while, you watching Jess talk, her bouncing you gently with her stride.
The ink in the sky seems slowly sucked back out into the galaxy as we drive. Following the lines of the road like white rivers as Cake plays. Engines pumping and thumping in time. Singing loudly as the world around us seems all asleep. We arrive before even the surfers are out, the air crisp and my nose cold. Walking through banksia lined sand paths to come out at the beach, barely making out the shapes of leaves and limbs as we move past. We sit watching the sun as she moves up slowly from behind the sea and I dig my feet into cool sand. Here we are. Home. The day turned out so perfectly and it’s not yet 6 am.