We recently went to the beach, and one of my favorite moments from our trip was a walk I took on the beach. I should preface this with the fact that I really love taking walks on the beach. I love the beach in general, and walking down the beach on a beautiful day with the waves crashing and the sun shining is definitely up there on my list of favorite things. This walk, however, may just be my number one. Sure I've had romantic walks in the moonlight, fun walks with friends, & even a couple of walks where somehow a great conversation happened when it was least expected. But this walk was special even in comparison to those moments. What made this walk so special you ask, well I'll tell you. It was my walking partner. My sweet 7 year old & I took an impromtu walk one afternoon, and it ended up being a blog worthy moment (is this how I'm rating moments in my life now...if they're blog worthy? this could be a problem). We ran, jumped, spun, danced (oh that's right there was some robot, moonwalking, and moves that have no name happening on the beach that day) , did cartwheels (he's not so great with the cartwheels, but a lot of laughs were had during the attempts), walked backwards (promising to let the other know if they were going to run into anything...does it make me a bad mother if I accidentally forgot to tell him a time or two?), compared footprints, slid (as into homeplate style), and just had a great, fun time in general. This walk summed up what I love most about that sweet 7 year old. He has such a sweet, fun-loving spirit with an enthusiasm for life that compares to no other. He took an ordinary walk and turned it into a blog worthy moment without even trying. He's just that fun naturally.