We just got back from being awesome in Mexico.
We are blessed enough to live three and a half hours from this tiny, hole in the wall, paradise.
And, why, yes...that is Christian perched in his wheelchair in the sand. Do you know his Daddy hauled that wheelchair all the way out to ten feet from the shoreline? And he wouldn't have had it any other way. Our son, right there with the rest of us. But Daddy will be working on an easier way to make this happen to save his own back.
Of course, he wore his patriotic straw hat. It was Memorial Day, after all.
What better place to rest than the beach?
Or the balcony overlooking the ocean?
We didn't take him in the ocean water and even the pool temperature was a little cool for him. He did absolutely turn to butter in the jacuzzi. He loves, loves, loves him some warm water!
He also got a bubble bath in the jacuzzi tub in our room. He loved it so much and his body responded so quickly and positively that I am strongly considering looking into purchasing a hot tub for jacuzzi therapy!
There was a time where I couldn't have imagined being in a foreign country while Christian is sick. But I wasn't worried. I mean it is only three and a half hours away. And I didn't think Christian was getting to the point where he would need anything but some good Childrens' Tylenol. And maybe this sounds irresponsible or off the wall, but if things were to go down hill or get seriously bad for Christian, I'd know that we spent these days as a family, by the ocean, where he is calm and relaxed. I wouldn't regret a single moment of that.
Someone else was bound and determine to explore every inch of that beach.
And this is what a long day at the beach does to munchkins. Cold or no cold.
We captured our awesome. The beach is an amazing memory maker. The effect it has on my kids, each in its individual way, is worth every single cent saved to take this trip.
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean, kid.
Until next time, Mexico!