What I wouldn't give to go back and have my only thoughts be about how soothing the sun's rays are on my skin and how soft the sand feels against my bare belly; the only sounds are the waves crashing on the rocks and the skaters' wheels cracking the concrete when they make a trick; the only smells are the salty air and hamburgers from the cafe. It only took four days for the heavy weight of reality to come smacking back down on me. And I'm pretty sure she's been pigging out on snickers bars and French bread in my absence. Why else would she feel so much heavier?
Trying to think happy thoughts ...
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