Dear Mr. K,
We took you to the beach, for the first time, it was overcast and cold - but you loved it. Daddy was holding you in the pack and you kept looking at the ocean, watching the waves. If we turned you around, you would turn your head so you could watch the waves. I am hope that you will be a surfer like grandpa and your daddy. Next time we go, we want to put your feet in the sand. I wonder how you will feel about that.
I love you,