March 5, 2017
Last week I had a play date with Madi, a young lady who was also featured in this post.
It’s nice to be almost fifty-five years old (my birthday is Wednesday) and still get to go on play dates. Forever young is my motto–even though the arthritis in my knees seems to have overlooked that particular memo.
The best thing about a play date on the Outer Banks is that after you go to Sonic for a chocolate Oreo milk shake (Madi’s, not mine) you can take yourself a couple of miles down the road and be smack dab beside a rather large-ish body of water.
For those of you who are needing your ocean fix, this post is for you!
One thing I love about kids is that they suggest doing things we oldsters would never think of–in this case, it was to track the bird who made these tracks.
When the bird tracking had run its course, Madi contented herself with some one-on-one reconnoitering with her own personal ocean.
At one point, Madi thought she would take a picture of me, since I had been taking so many pictures of her. (I’m not exactly sure where my arms disappeared to in this photo; to the best of my knowledge, they were still attached to my person.)
Another glance at the sky and the sea . . .
one prerequisite selfie . . .
and then Madi and I took ourselves back to the car, leaving behind wonderful memories of sand in our shoes . . .
and the glory of an early spring afternoon spent on this beloved sandbar by the sea.
Thrift stores, fuzzy socks
and conversing with my Yorkie are all on the list of things I love.