I had to drive to the beach with two of my very best friends in the world listening to Norah Jones all the way there and talking girl stuff.
I had to throw my things in my room and get to the beach as fast as I could.
I had to feel the sand in my toes.
I had to see my little girl in one of her eight bathing suits looking out across the ocean and wonder what in the world she was thinking.
I had to fight back a few tears as I saw my girls.
I had to have this picture.
We had to have a sand castle with our favorite chips on top
I had to hold all her shells. I had to keep up with her treasures. I didn't mind.
I had to breathe them in. I had to sneak them away from the hustle and bustle of our big
We had to.