A car ride.
Some Starbucks.
Some good tunes.
My husband. Our son. Our daughter. Our dog.
A gray day on the Coast.
A long, long, long walk on the beach.
With the loves of my life.
Running to the frigid waves.
Running from the frigid waves.
Unplugged.
Enjoying each other.
Mother’s Day perfection.
(and, perhaps, the makings of a more frequent occurrence.)
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- My husband.
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- Our son.
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- Our daughter.
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- Me & Most of My Gang.
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- Running from the waves.
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- Watching.
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- Running to the waves.
Happy Mother’s Day, everyone!
