"Carly Cool"

Not sure exactly when it was that her daddy gave her that nickname.
Carly Cool.
But it stuck.
And it fits.

When she was 2 she told us that when she grew up she was going to drive across the country to live in  California.
Not sure where that came from exactly since we come from a long line of East Coasters.
But I believed her then.
And still do today.

She's our adventurous one.
Or, more appropriately, one of our adventurous ones.

I looked out the window early the other morning to see her and a certain 5 year old riding the waves together.
Not sure if they'd even eaten breakfast yet.
Practically had the whole beach all to themselves.

And suddenly I envisioned the two of them ziplining in a Costa Rican jungle or safari-ing together on the African plains.
When they grow up.
Which is happening much too soon if you ask me.

Beach living suits her though.
Not being one for dresses or frills.

She's happiest in a pair of gym shorts and a tee.
And if shoes are necessary...flip flops.

She wears 1001 pony tail holders on her wrist.
All the time.
Just in case a soccer game breaks out, I guess.
Always the prepared one she is.

Seems like just yesterday she was sitting in her little toddler chair in the sand watching the water from safe up on the shore.
Not today though.

Today it's boogie boards and pony tails.
Flip flops and catching waves.

And I'm going to enjoy every minute of "today.'
Because "tomorrow" will surely be here before I know it.