"Daddy, look!"
Seanna lets go of her father's hand and runs, as fast as her little legs will carry her, to a spot farther up in the sand.
Timmy looks up at me and smiles as our daughter raises her newfound treasure for us to see. It's just a razor clam but she deposits it into Timmy's hand anyways where he then slips it safely into his pocket.
Toddler footprints dot the sand in front of us as we walk down the beach in the evening light. Every few minutes Seanna would add a new shell to her inventory in our pockets.
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Tix Shorts
RomanceSoooo... my friends made a ship name for me and my boyfriend, or well now technically fiancé. Tim x Tex = Tix
