Last night I dreamed that you, Nick, Peyton and I were on the beach collecting shells. You went to the restroom and when you came back you said you didn't feel well and needed to go home. The kids and I were not ready to leave the beach. The sun was shining and the water was warm. The sand was covered with shells, starfish and sand dollars and a soft breeze was coming off the ocean. I was worried that if you took the car no one else would know where we were to come back and get us. I hope that you come for us when we are ready to go home.
Love, Mom
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