

I love summer. I love hearing people swim in a pool. I love going to the beach. I love eating BBQ outside. I love that the sun sets late. During the summer months, anything seems possible to me. I feel I can start/finish anything. It’s like New Year’s in July.
My friends and I play volleyball at the beach. We started when we were single and fresh out of college and now X amount of years later we still go. And although the dynamic of the group has changed a bit, it’s still the highlight of my summer.
Here is “C”, a dear friend of my son. She’s sweet, smart and is probably going to break “J’s” heart one day.
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