Grains of Joy

Beach Girl Mama bringing Alekzander on to the sand of Sylvan Beach.

His first experience of sand between his toes since he has been walking.

{Conflicted on whether or not this experience "counts" as this is not a "real beach" in my eyes!}

Look!  Sand!

 I love it!

 Whoa!  Fun!

Sweet boy, you may not understand this yet, but God made every single grain of sand with great care and finesse.  {There are some places where you absolutely cannot deny the work of God.  The beaches {salty or not} and the mountains are two such places.}  He made the sand of Sylvan Beach, NY, of Virginia Beach, VA (mommy's hometown), of Vernazza Beach in Italy, and all the other beaches in the world.  If He cared enough to make each grain of sand {that ended up in all of your nooks and crannies}, think of the care He used when he made you, our precious boy.  Full of joy, love, a sense of adventure, a sweet combination of caution and fearlessness, and a juxtaposed quiet calmness and crazy, endless energy.  He made you, perfectly.  We can't wait to explore with you, encourage you, and love you {even more} as we watch you grow.