These are our two youngest on Fish Hoek beach on Sunday.
When they find a stretch of beach, they run, and shout, and laugh, and do wild spins with sheer joy.
I watch them, smiling . . .
Inside I am remembering doing the same
and wishing I could still do it.
Its not the body that stops me
Its the fear of looking ridiculous.
How ridiculous is that?!
This is what I do instead.
It has its own quiet joy and I revel in it.
But inside, I am running and spinning and shouting with the kids.