I grew up on this beach Max.
Bonfires, late-night walks with friends, watching your Uncle Scottie surf here.
You had a chance to take your first “sand steps” when we visited San Diego, and with your little cargo shorts and your hoodie, I think that you could pass for a local….
At 16, I could never have imagined that I would walk hand in hand with this little boy, on this beach. But oh, how thankful I am that we are here.
And we sandwiched you between Mommy and Daddy, and introduced you to the ocean (sorry you’re sideways!)
Daddy told you all about swimming, and I think I heard him say something about girls in bikinis too?!