He is already a water baby. All my parents' children are as well, and I think it is because of our close ancestral proximity to the sea. I remember unbearably hot days on blinding white sand across from gem-blue water. We hail from the Panhandle; call ourselves Riverfolk. For generations before the Civil War, some of our kind have lived in the swampland off the Florida Panhandle.
The ocean is a familiar mystery. It's deep and ponderous and sometimes violent, but always familiar. I like to sleep to the sound of ocean waves and befuddled relatives when I camped out on the balcony at the condo rentals during our family reunions.
Mountains are different. The first time I saw the Swiss Alps it was what some would call a religious experience.