I grew up near the coast. The sand dunes, beach and sea were only 10 minutes away from home. It’s true that you appreciate those things more and more when they are not so close anymore. I was able to jump on my bike and ride to the beach for no apparent reason other then pure joy and experience the mighty and powerful sea banging into the wet sand trying to win back the lost grounds. The ever present wind clearing my worried mind and the salty smell clearing my nostrils.

I visited my parents today with my two sons and daughter. It was my father’s birthday yesterday, so it was a great excuse for the two hours drive with all of them in the car asking continuously how long it would take before we arrived. I didn’t pay much attention to it and replied with vague answers like “very, very long” or “almost there”. My mind already was at the beach, breathing in the fresh air and listening to the hypnotic sound of waves crashing onto the sand.

With all the formalities done, we headed out for the beach. From the parking place to the beach we had to cross the sand dunes. It is a beautiful moment to get the first glimpse of the sea when arriving at the top of the sand dunes. The look on their faces, priceless. Their eyes sparkle at that first glimpse increasing their pace as the irresistible call of the sea pulls them towards it.

My work is done here. I have given them this memory which will stay with them for the rest of their lives. They will pass it on to their children and experience the sparkles I have seen.

Today, I have seen a glimpse of unconditional love.

Originally posted here: http://300words.posterous.com/my-work-is-done-0

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