The Beatles said

happiness is a warm gun.

I say, happiness is a day at the beach with my little boy, my mom, my brother, and his wife. (It would have been a perfect day if Papabear could have been there).  Still, it was wonderful to bask in the sun and ocean.  Littleman has been to the beach three days in a row and cries every time we leave.  Pictures soon, I promise.

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