At 10 when my dad and I went to Hawaii, I dreamed of one day walking along the beach with the love of my life. Here I was 20 years later with the man I had always dreamed of, the mosst beautiful beach I had ever seen, and hey the kids were back with Grandma and Grandpa. We walked hand and hand down the boardwalk right at sunset. John and I reached the beach, we slipped off our shoes, and took that first step onto the beach. And then it happened. John slipped and cut open his foot on a lava rock. THe dream date that I had held onto since I was alittle girl was going to have to be postponed until another time. (but I am not complaining, I still have the love of my life and with him holding my hand - it doesn't matter where we are).
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