Daniel's first day on the beach (not counting his recent trip to Bear Creek Reservoir, Colorado's version of a "beach") was at Ledbetter beach in Santa Barbara.
He would run into the waves, which were very cold and quickly made him cry. Then, he would run onto the warm sand and happy up again, laughing, as he plunged again into the cold surf. We repeated this game many times. His sandals were wrapped in kelp when we dragged him out of the water one last time.
Christy & I celebrated our third anniversary that evening at Brophy Brothers seafood restaurant in the Santa Barbara harbor, but Daniel didn't like it because it was too noisy; his chants of "DONE! DONE! DONE!" began almost immediately. So Christy and I took turns: one of us would eat, and the other would take Daniel back out on the pier, where he would run back and forth between a rack of bicycles and his beloved trash cans.
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