He'll get another chance soon, that's probably the third factor. He goes quite often. But the extra fun thing about yesterday was that I went with him. Before you think I'm really brave (or crazy), see the photo below. We took the train for a little over an hour transferring twice. We got off at Beach 90th street, and as the name suggests it's about a block and a half from the beach. Once on the beach, I set up camp in my awesome chair that we inherited along with our apartment, my warm clothes and my cocoa.
This picture captures the cold, but what it doesn't adequately capture is how beautiful it was. The sun was shining, the water was beautiful, the sky was clear. And after a short time on the beach I warmed right up and even shed some of my layers.
It was fun to watch GK surf. I really love the effort he makes to continue doing it out here. I love it when he comes home from surfing and is exhausted but ecstatic. There is something in the ocean that recharges him. But the waves yesterday let me see a new level of ability in my surfer. He's really good. When people ask if GK wants a boychild or a girlchild, he just says he doesn't care as long as it's a surfer. I'm excited for him to be able to share that with our little one.
And I'm grateful to be close to water.