After dinner, at the beach.

After dinner the other night, we headed down to the local beach. A welcome reprieve when the whole country feels like it's swimming in soup these days.

Hugo and I walked out into the ocean until it covered our legs and bellies, a giant grin on his face the whole time. Lover of water, he is not, but we make exceptions for the sea.

He's getting so big lately, and gained the confidence to walk a couple of weeks ago. He looks like a little duck from behind - a toddler waddle and blonde curls spilling to his shoulders. He bruised his leg a bit from a fall the other day, and I'm not foolish enough to think that'll be the last of the injuries resulting from his wild, adventurous, little boy spirit. Today, at least, I'm lucky enough to be his safe place, his reading spot, his boat in the ocean.

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