The last batch from Harleigh's family vacation trip to Cape San Blas with the Browns.
Yeah, mine's the one on the left.
A beach house with a pool table. Su-weet.
Can there be anything sweeter than grown men building sandcastles?
Well, maybe a man who wears a Santa hat out in public at Christmastime.
I texted Harleigh during the week, and begged PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE gather some shells, sea glass, driftwood, anything that you think I would love.
She's not home yet with the goods. But the pictures below are proof that she listens to her mother.
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