I never witnessed a sunset over the Pacific Ocean that I did not stop and reflect on how beautiful life truly is ...
From a young ages, my boys could not pronounce "pacific ocean".
They called it the "specific ocean".
The "specific ocean" was where there Dad traveled for work and a place they desired to see.
The Pacific Ocean was a specific memory for them and a place where they could be with their father.
A memory. A safe place. A common bond they had with their Dad.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
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