Sailor Wyatt

This morning, Mommy and I met up with Uncle Shannon, Auntie Nessa and Petra right by their boat in Tiburon. This was my first trip on the water, so Mommy put a blue lifejacket on me. I actually didn't mind it at all.

When we took off, I was somewhat skeptical. But I saw how brave Petra was, and before you knew it, I was loving it. I liked the wind blowing in my face and the water splashing on the boat. Petra was laughing and so was I. Even though we hadn't seen each other in awhile, we picked up right where we left off. Awesome.

We docked at Angel Island and played a little on the beach. I was playing with sea shells and with my shovel and pail. And then Uncle Shannon thought it would be funny if he buried me in the sand up to my armpits. And you know what? He was right. It was funny. I loved it.

I then slept in the bottom room while we sailed back to Tiburon. That is, until Petra woke me up. But that's okay. I didn't want this to end, but even as we approached the shore, there was nobody else I'd rather spend that time with.