Beach Baby

F LOVED the water. She would grab your hand (or, perhaps, you would grab hers) and lunge towards the water. She was terrifyingly unafraid and even landing face first into a wave and getting a mouth full of sand didn’t faze her. Losing a shoe in the water, however, and watching it come in and go out as her grandfather, dubbed “Baba” by J, went after it dampened her watery ardor. Eating salt water flavored with sand is just fine but risking losing a shoe? Can’t be done.

Stumble it!

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