The sea shells were tiny, butterfly shaped, pearly iridescence against the sand. The gentle waves left them on the beach, glistening in the sunlight. We walked along, searching for the shells that were unbroken, unbleached by the sun.
My daughter ran over to me, smiling and excited. She uncurled her fingers and revealed a perfect White Spindle seashell. You would have thought she had just discovered Atlantis. It was one of those moments that remain with you your entire life.
Even today, as I write this, I can still feel the sun on my back, the waves lapping at my feet, and the ocean breeze. I see the golden light of a perfect day. But most of all, I see my daughter's face glowing, happy, and full of the wonder of discovery.