Sharon McKeeman Blog » Blog

Masthead header

His middle name is Danger – no, it really is. Yep, not kidding. And boy is he dangerous! Dangerous eyelashes, dangerous smirk, big blue dangerous eyes beneath his tousled hair. He is all hugs and “nuggles”, kisses on the cheek and I love you so much. He is all boy, up for anything and a charmer who knows just how to make your heart flutter.

The summer he was three, he found out his middle name was Danger. Everyday he would go to the pool, find a chic his age, saunter up and announce, “Hey, hey, pretty girl, I’m Danger!”

I love him so much. He makes my heart go pitter patter.

oh and he has the perfect classic profile from any vintage children’s book illustration. The little swoop down his nose that I trace with my finger, his chin tucking under his top lip, a big ol noggin and that soft curve of his forehead that I love to kiss. I have gazed his profile for years, trying to memorize and I finally caught it with my camera.

His Gramz coined the name Copper Penny. His hair is just that color, not an unruly red. A bit of fire, mixed with depth and summer blond. Unique, a little in your face, rich layers of hue, even softness and subtlety – just like my boy. He shines real good when you polish him up a bit, and oh the things he ponders!

Like when a surfer catches the perfect wave, aware he hasn’t made the swell, it was a gift. Blessings are in every breath, but sometimes a bit of perfection shines through the everyday. And that… that is a startling enough piece of grace to stop us in our tracks.

Staying on the beach for a week I learned you have to position yourself in a place to see it though. You must be quiet, eyes open or they slip right by. Each day full, a torrent of beauty sliding right past as we rush and worry, shutting ourselves up tight in our perfect plans.

Outside of four walls enclosing, the morning rises in beauty, light playing it’s ever changing song. Sand and sea bathed pastel, until the soft shadows are banished to make room for a sun soaked day. Then sun blazing over scorching sand and turquoise waves crashing, children play on the fringes of an ocean reaching to infinity.

As sun slips down, shadows lengthen and light grows golden. Families trail back to cottages and tents, fires are lit and food shared as we wait for the show. Then the magical play, no two moments alike, applauding and blessing our day reveling in this creation. The grand finale leaves us speechless and travels on to bless another. We sit and savor in the moonlit dark, watching constellations andĀ Ā flickering flames, the richest of theater. All is meditation and silliness, wringing out one last moment before we give in to sleep.

These moments run on and we wish to hold them in our hand but “time stands still for no man.” Yet jewels of grace are given when we capture, fleeting as it is, a wave, a photograph, a memory, a poem . . . and grace by definition continues. God does not grow weary and His beauty does not fade, it grows and grows until the light of day.

I think it is just up to us to stop and see, receive.

The babies will grow up, my body will grow weak, the houses fall down, the knowledge change, but His beauty will remain and we can always look forward to receive what we can not even imagine.

( 85mm – 7.2.11 – sunset – SOOC )

  • Sue - Momz eyes
    Dads mouth
    Dancing and marching togetherReplyCancel

In Ā one 15 min drive in SoCal I saw…

1. A young man in a suit casually skateboarding to the Apple store.

2. A white haired guy in a convertible VW Bug with a thatched roof.

3. A respectable looking man riding his fixed gear bicycle down Coast Highway with a black full face motorcycle helmet on.

… and no, I unfortunately did not get a picture of any of it.

First morning at the beach cottage and surf’s up! Waxing boards and off they go, into the whitewater, then to the kid’s cove for some boogie boarding and crab catching. A quick run back to the cottage for refueling and they are at it again until sunset and campfires. Sticky from s’mores they will drift asleep with their crustacean friends. Soaking in these sunkissed days while we wait for fireworks.

( 85mm – 7.2.11 – morning to midday in shade)