her story changes

My daughter loves the sand, thank goodness.  For the past year, she usually watches the action from a far and will sometimes let you carry her to the water.  "Hold me, mama..."  (love that voice and those words so much)  She will roll in the sand, but refuses to get wet.  Some of my favorite pictures of her doing what she loves best. 

I love her stories.  I typically have a chair at the edge of the water and she plays with a bucket behind me.  Watching bubbie and her cousins splash and scream and talk about "surfing the waves!"

She has a story of her own usually and it goes something like this...

"Mama, I go into water (which she does not)...and those cwabs...they get me... (which they do not!)"  and on and on. So cute & full of confidence. 

Yesterday, her story changed.

"Mama, yook at me!"  "I pop bubbles with my toesies.  I sooo bwave." 

Yes, my dear.  Now you tell the truth and guess what? 

You LOVED it! 

I'm quite sure her cheeks must hurt from smiling and laughing so big. 

And those cwabs can't get your toesies because they are locked up in your bucket & running in and out of waves with their caretaker.  Inside your bucket is an entire family...mama, daddy, bubbie, and sister (per your request!)  Way to go, sister!  So proud of your bravery.