I love the beach. I don't know how many hundreds of times I've said those words. I passed that love on to my children because each and everyone of them love it too. Conversations with a three year old can be tricky. Sometimes they speak perfect English and sometimes their words aren't clear or maybe their meaning isn't clear. Today Parker, my 3 year old grandson, tells me quite sincerely he loves the beach. I was a little surprised as a rogue wave had just knocked him down, but he got right back up and faced the wave again and there's so much beauty in facing what knocks you down and not hating it.
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