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standard May 6, 2007 3 responses

M heard my request and is doing the necessary research. In honor of Mother’s Day we are going to San Diego for a long weekend, just the three of us. We’re going to share a hotel room and three days of fun. My only expectations are a day at the zoo and some time at the beach, anything else will be icing on the cake.
We live a half hour drive away from the Pacific Ocean. It’s just a short drive over a mountain, but we hardly ever go. It’s very frustrating to pack up everything, get into the car, brave the traffic, and get to the beach only to find that on the other side of that mountain it’s 20 degrees colder, windy, and overcast. So C hasn’t been to the beach since she was 8 weeks old. She’s never played in the sand. She’s never put her feet in the ocean. She’s never watched the tide slowly come and swallow her carefully built sandcastle.
I can remember countless summer afternoons spent at the beach. My mother would pack us all up. She would gather all of the things we needed for a picnic and we would head out. We’d park the car and tumble out, my sisters, my cousins and me. We’d all grab something and make our way to the sandy shore. Our beach paraphernalia would get dumped in a heap as we’d all rush to the water’s edge to feel out the temperature with our feet. We’d run back to our towels squealing all the way, and finally dive in dunking ourselves in the cold water over and over again.
Once we got bored we’d come wrap ourselves up warmly. Mom would pull out her trusty penknife and start to butter the huge chunks of french bread. We’d huddle together eating our sandy sandwiches and drinking our tepid drinks. No picnic has ever tasted that good ever since. Over the years we spent hours playing in the water, horsing around on our inflatable rafts. We built a hundreds of sandcastles and watched each and every one get washed away. We created a million memories that live on in our hearts even though we’ll probably never be all together on that beach again.
In a few short weeks M, C, and I will be playing together on a beach. While my memories were born on the shores of the Mediterranean, hers will germinate on the shores of the Pacific Ocean. I only hope that they fill her heart with the same warmth and love as mine.

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