The Beach.
Where windswept hair, crashing waves, and sandy feet seem to be a happy place for us. Especially for Isla Rose. Each time we get her to the ocean, you can tell she is happy to be there and we are always content to let her explore. The look on her face is pure joy when we lead her into the water and the waves suddenly come crashing into her. It's true when I say it's her happy place. There's no other place she'd rather be when in that moment.
Where windswept hair, crashing waves, and sandy feet seem to be a happy place for us. Especially for Isla Rose. Each time we get her to the ocean, you can tell she is happy to be there and we are always content to let her explore. The look on her face is pure joy when we lead her into the water and the waves suddenly come crashing into her. It's true when I say it's her happy place. There's no other place she'd rather be when in that moment.
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