I smiled as she sped from the bed almost tripping on the covers now lying on the floor, “I’ll be ready in a minute,” she huffed urging me out of the room.

Nodding I left her to it and than went in to the guest room where Chris and I stayed in last night, “She up?”

Chris was already dressed, her hair wet and pulled back into a tight pony tail. She wore a black tank top with a wind breaker over that, jeans and flip flops. HOT!

“Flew like a hurricane,”

She laughed, “Get ready so we can leave.”

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The sun barely shone over the edge of the ocean as we walked out onto the beach. Bailey held the board under arm, her sports bra and board shorts clinging to her small body as she padded bare foot through the cold sand toward the rolling waves. We followed her for a ways till the sand became mud, sitting in the cold sand we watched her step into the water her body shivering at the temperature change.

She rushed in swinging her arms once on the board through the waves, the darkness sort of making her a shadow on the water. Soon light gripped the world sending flecks of light over the water and onto her. Bailey smiled in the water as a wave approached. Now that we could see her it was amazing the way she glided and swerved as the water splashed, swirled, twisted and violently threatened to hurt her with one push.

It felt like I was watching Ashley ride her first horse, how my heart thudded within my chest and my lungs constricted as all the possible factors raced through my mind. Christine put her head on my shoulder bringing me out of my panic induced thoughts, “She’s fine,”

“What?”

“You do the same thing with Ashley and Glen, Paula. Any time something new happens that can hurt them you start an inner panic attack,” she chuckled laying a kiss on my forehead as I pouted.

“I can’t help it. I don’t want them hurt.”

“Neither do I, but look at it this way….we’re getting to see our daughter doing something she loves.”