Growing up I saw the boat as a burden and it was so boring for me, but I have come to look at it differently now as little E gets to experience something so adventurous and so out of the ordinary on the way to Grandma and Grandpa’s house.
Last time we were home, we drove down at bedtime on a Friday night. He awoke from his sleep as soon as the car stopped and looked around. "Boat? Water?", he said. I couldn't believe he knew exactly where he was when we got to the dock.
This past weekend we were home visiting family and celebrating my Mom's birthday. On the boat ride we always get out of the car and walk around the ferry and it was no different this weekend. We looked out the back of the boat and waved goodbye to the buildings and cars as we pulled away from the city dock. We walked up to the top level and felt the strong cool breeze and viewed the wind turbines from afar. We sat inside the cabin with our noses pressed against the windows watching the seagulls skim across the water. And we stood at the front of the boat and felt the midst of the waves as they crashed against the boat.
I didn't realize it when I was younger, but it really is an amazing experience living and growing up on an island. Little E just loves the boat and talks about it for days when we return home. Experiencing this in a new light with little E has made waiting for scheduled boats and sitting in long line-ups a little more tolerable these days.