We weren't there for long, but it was great!
I remember the first time I was ever really in the ocean. I was swimming with my dad in South Carolina. Foreign sticky salt was on my face and lips and I remember being in awe by the power of the waves. I remember telling my dad that day, "Someday I'm going to live by the ocean!"
The water was still pretty chilly, but I had to get in! I left my kids on the shore and ran for the water. Those are minutes for me. The mother in me looked back sprinkled with guilt for leaving them with someone else while I ran out to enjoy the waves. But a great way for me to take care of my kids is to take care of myself. I always come out of the ocean refreshed.
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