(Challenged by Chelle)

“Do you see it?”

He’s pointing to the beach, but I don’t see anything. “What?”

“Right there. Look toward the beach,” John says.

I try again, my eyes scanning the horizon. A pout forms on my lips afraid that I’m missing something amazing, but I don’t see anything. “Nothing, babe. I don’t see anything?”

“Seriously? You don’t see?”

Sitting with his arm around my waist, I see a small raft with a sail comes into view and as it rounds the edge of the beach. My breath catches as I read the sign on the little sailboat, “I love you, Molly.”

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