Slow to Warm

This was quite frigid upon the first few days of arrival:

And as a result, so was this when it came to the ocean:

She did have to make a few mandatory trips to the ocean for "sand removal," but they resulted in a frustrated Daddy and a teary eyed girl. Until this time...

Not sure if the water warmed up, Daddy convinced her, or Ella caved, but either way she had a change of heart. We are a little glad that her interest developed towards the end of our trip because she wore us out with all her bravery towards the big, blue sea.

She ran into the waves,

and then back out, giggling the whole time.

With each trip into the ocean (which was at least 50) she became less and less intimidated by the crashing waves. After a few spills and being knocked off her feet because she got a little too big for her britches, we decided it was best that Daddy take her out.

Ella and the Atlantic: A late blooming relationship, yet a new found love. Just in case you don't believe me...