when we go to the beach on a holiday Monday.
That's the tip of her scarf, blowing in the breeze as she books on down to the water.
The Brothers went to school today, much to their distress, but Sophie had off.
She had been inside all weekend, fighting a cold virus. It was brutally hot, too. Today was glorious in Santa Monica.
Not a day goes by that I'm not grateful to live out here. Truly.