Today was my first trip to the beach with Madi. I was excited from the time we left Lawrenceville headed to visit family in South GA because I could not wait to play with her in the water and sand. At the beach I wanted to soak up the experience and store it deep in my memory banks to be recalled when she is trying my patience at 13.

I was pumped about this first trip to the beach with my daughter but there will probably be many more to come. They will likely become less exciting and too much like work. Burying her legs in the sand will not hold the magic it held today. This is the danger of life, we live it and expect to keep living it.

Marianne’s dad was with us at the beach. He is 72 years old and being as ornery as he is will probably live to 110. Still, my first trip with Madi may have been his last trip to the beach with his daughter. We give much attention to that first time but we should treat every time with the intensity of the first beause it may be the last.