I was sitting on the beach last week watching the waves roll in and enjoying the glorious Southern California weather. An adorable little girl in a cheetah print bikini with a fuchsia flounce walked past – backward. She almost walked into my chair until her mother gently reminded her to watch where she was going. When she saw me, I smiled at her – one of those crinkly-eyed smiles. She was so endearing with her springy hair and chubby toddler legs.
She paused ever so slightly when I smiled at her and though she remembered she needed to watch where she was going (by glancing over her shoulder – behind her) she also kept a curious eye on me as she continued backward down the beach.
Since I was visiting from the Pacific Northwest, my very white skin was quickly becoming pink. I spread a towel on the sand in front of my beach chair and flopped onto my belly – an equal opportunity pinker. I was completely engrossed in my Kindle book when something fell onto the sand in front of me.
A single strand of seaweed. I glanced up and the saw the charming bounce of the fuchsia flounce as the toddler trotted off. My gaze shifted to her mother who shrugged and said, “A gift for you, I guess.” My delightful new friend offered a coy smile as she skipped ahead of her mom.