Saturday night, Steve, Sarah and I took advantage of the most gorgeous weather ever known to mankind and took a little trip to the beach, or more specifically to Jeanette’s Pier, a local landmark that’s been a part of the Outer Banks for many decades.
After walking along the pier itself for a while, I told my accompanying Smith crewmates that I wanted to get down closer to the water for some closer-to-the-water pictures. And since I needed some closer-to-the-water photography models, I volunteered Steve and Sarah. (Yes, I know. How very nice of me.)
I asked them to (pretty please) walk out to the little sand bar near the pier and “do something.”
They were not at first overly inspired.
Steve is saying, “WHAT do you want us to do?”
They stood together in mutual forlorn angst, gazing piteously at their task master photographer, silently begging for deliverance from the fate that had befallen them and stranded them together on a sand bar in the middle of (almost) nowhere.
Inspiration struck. Steve decided that they could do a little dad and daughter dancey thing.
And so they did dance.
After the dance had run its course, they basked happily in the aftermath of the wackiness they had created before discussing other photo worthy activities upon which they could embark so that the photo-happy woman in their life would stop nagging them to “do something.”
And yet another picture-worthy plan was born.
They decided that they would run.
Or at least jog.
Plus, they had to goof off a little mid-run. (Can you tell Sarah has some of her brother’s impishness in her veins?)
What a sweet thing to see a dad and daughter enjoy each other’s company so much. Their joy together made a beautiful day all the more lovely.
And speaking of lovely, let me close with one last photo--a new favorite picture of my very favorite (and quite lovely) daughter.
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