As we come closer to the water, I anticipate the wet lick of the first wave on our feet; in fact, I is yearning for it. Mabel stops me when we almost to the edge and just stands and looks at the beyond in front of us. Then she closes her eyes and lifts her head to the sun, and I see the rays is kissing she up. I lift my head and close my eyes so I can bask in it too.
