I have a thing for foggy beaches. They’re ethereal — completely magical.
Knowing this, I was awakened out of a dead sleep our last morning in Avalon by all three family members – the littlest holding my camera bag. I told them ‘no thanks’ and rolled over but was jostled out of bed by a man who knows me better than I know myself.
There comes a point in marriage when two hearts beat as one. I’d say we’re there (and I’m so proud of his mad photography skills!)
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