These are getting harder and harder to write...

We're at the beach in Clearwater, Florida. At four, she's fascinated by the beautiful white sand and the waves rolling in. It's nearly sunset, and the glow of the setting suns paints the water and the sky a brilliant array of red and orange. We took her out to stand in the water, letting her feel it rush around her. She loves the feel of the wet sand crunching under her toes. She points in amazement at the seagulls swooping overhead. When I find a seashell for her, she holds it up for everyone to see. She's having the time of her life, and when we're ready to go home, she doesn't want to leave.


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