The one hundred and thirty-first thing I love about us is going to the make-believe beach. Feeling the make-believe sand between our toes without actually getting it all over us. Hearing the wild wisdom of seagulls on the wing ... without worrying one might poop in our hair. Smelling the salt of the sea air and having the sea breeze whip our hair, without the sense of oceanic minerals crusting our skin and without having to take a strong brush to tame our blond tangles.
And holding your hand for real, which makes all of it equally real.
You forgot swimming in the make-believe waves without getting water up our noses and coughing salty yuck out until we get rid of the taste!
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