After a plane ride with a very wiggly baby, there were . . .
morning sunrises with Dad,
the awe of the first sign of sun,
first steps in the ocean, (that Quinn won't remember)
drawing pictures on the beach,
buckets of water over the head,
sand on the toes (and in the mouth),
and the laughter and love of Granny and Gordy all around. 
Ah yes, the ocean was just what we needed.
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