#244 Windy views

Baby girl’s nose was sniffly, the air was moving right through me, and yet despite the extreme force of the wind whacking our hair about, we were all smiles at this:



“Deach!” As baby girl yells in reference to the bay before us. We were at the end of the main street, looking at the beach below us, and after some miserably wet days, it was a sight for sore eyes. It was beautiful.

Breezy, but beautiful.

Then off to the park we went…



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