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AlmaWater slides up onto the beach, filling the moat around the sandcastle we built. Love’s plastic Snow White figurine stands atop the lump of sand protecting the castle from intruders. Ariel and a few of her princess friends bob in the sandy water filling the moat.
Love sleeps soundly beneath the beach umbrella. The day at the lake has wiped her out. Mom and I sit on the vibrant-hued blanket, our arms propped up behind us, legs out in front, as we soak in all of the sun’s rays. I can almost see my skin tanning as the streams of light heat my legs. I’m obsessed with the sun probably more than someone who lives in Michigan should be. We can go weeks without a glimpse of it during the winter months, but our summers make up for it.
“I never took you to the beach when you were young.” L
