“Can I go up to the deck? Please, please, can I Momma?” he begged.
It’s a 15-minute ferry ride, 20 minutes tops. After years of going on ferries, why is it such a big deal? We traveled on this same ferry on our way to the wedding. The whole family went up to the deck, we took pictures, and we had our fun. Now it’s just the way back, not a big deal.
No one else wanted to bother getting out of the car for those 15 minutes. I for sure didn’t want to. But Judah’s big brown eyes worked me over, as they always do. They beckoned my lazy self to unbuckle my seatbelt and travel up the two flights of steps to the deck. I brought my book to keep me occupied.
When we reached the top I chose to sit on the bench inside to avoid the wind, but Judah headed right out to the deck. I opened up my book and kept an eye on him out the window, glancing up from time to time to make sure he was okay. After a few minutes I became more interested in watching Judah than the words in my book.
He stood amongst strangers and gazed out over the water, looking from the left to the right. Then he stepped back and went around to the other side of the deck and looked some more. He watched the birds, the people, the movement out over the Puget Sound. I found myself captivated by his fascination with everything surrounding him. I wanted to be inside his little head and listen to his thoughts.
Judah is an observer. He wants to go and see and do and take in all that he can. I hope he never loses that. And to think that I almost missed it. I didn’t want to get out of that car and be bothered with the wind and all the people, but I’m so glad I did for that brief 15 minutes.