A Frolic On the Sandbar

If you are reading these daily newsletters and thinking “dang they are spending a lot of time at the beach this year,” you are not mistaken. Ever since Kina took to dunking in the ocean last year, we’ve realized that all her greatest strides in swimming and other forms of marine independence come in the waves—plus, it’s really nice when the air is thick and still and 88 degrees.

Yesterday, Kina swam between me and Laurea on our way out to the sandbar about 150 feet out from shore (It was low tide, so not actually that deep). We jumped around in the waves as they broke on the sandbar, then retreated to the deeper waters closer to the beach and swam in the swells. It was… it was swell.

After all these days in the ocean, some two years or so into wearing basically the same swimsuit every trip, her rash guard basically gave out, so Laurea tossed it in the trash can. Farewell, sweet rash guard.

Stomp stomp, readers. I hope you had a good weekend, too.

Let’s face it, this snail shell is Laurea’s drawing. Kina did bust out the watercolors for the masthead, but the masterwork in this week’s Parade is all Mommy.

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