I saw a picture someone posted of the beach and I thought of Avila Beach, California.
Kim and I lived not far from it and would go to the beach at least once a week. We’d load up Maggie — our Yorkie — grab a coffee, and dive to the beach.
We’d throw the ball for Maggie and she’d run up and down the beach until she was worn out.
If we could live there for the remainder of our lives together we would. It’s our little paradise.
I miss our beach dates. I miss California.
