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This is really beautiful! Great writing. And so relatable.

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Thanks, Eric ☺️

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Nicci, I love how your stories are so relatable. I, too, am from the Midwest - still live there - but I've never really been a beach person, either. And I didn't honestly understand why until you described the mental labor involved in just getting there. That's me. If planning a fun outing means I have to figure out crowds, parking, fees, finding shade, setting up towels and umbrellas and remembering food and drinks and toys and sunscreen and also - all the sand my family will traipse into the house when we return home! Sand is like glitter: it never goes away.

At my age, I just want to go somewhere without all the things, but I really can't because of 5 children and their ages and their special needs.

So...IF I were to go the beach, I would go alone. Because it truly is as stunning as you describe.

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Alone. At the beach. I would spontaneously combust from joy.

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Right? Yet incredibly unrealistic for many of us at this juncture in our parenthood.

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This was beautiful, Nicci. Poetic and rich. Really lovely.

Just watch out for sand in the diaper of the littlest one...

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Ha. He’s past diapers thank goodness. But he did drop trou at the beach on Monday to ge it out of his swimming trunks. That was a fun one, washing naked toddler off in the waves of the Atlantic. 😂

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Loved this. For me going to the sea feels like it’s where it all began so you can easily become peaceful there.

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Indeed. This description resonates with me. 😍

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