I think there is no better feeling than stepping out of a shower after a long day at the beach. It’s why I have suddenly found myself fantasizing about raising you in Laguna Beach, the place I grew up in, the place I swore I would never return to, the place I ran away from. Only in hindsight do I fully appreciate all that Laguna Beach had to offer. The lifestyle was amazing and I was oblivious. It’s not that I didn’t know it was incredibly beautiful and that I was extremely lucky to go to the beach, beautiful clean beaches, 300 days out of the year, but I didn’t know I would ever miss it. I thought I hated it’s homogenous demographic and uber conservative bubble of ignorance. But after living in Los Angeles for over 20 years, I miss the lifestyle the most. The smell of salt water. The tingling of my skin from a day full of sun. Los Angeles beaches are not the same. You couldn’t pay me to swim in the Ocean up here. I would rather drive over an hour for an OC Beach. I am a total snob and I now know and embrace it. I want you to be a beach snob too. I would love for you to be a little mermaid or a junior lifeguard, Pony. I would. But I hear it has changed. That there is a lot of “new” money and people aren’t the same. That they are rude and mean. That Laguna has lost it’s charm. That sucks. It was suggested to me that San Clemente was just as charming, less expensive, with nicer people. I don’t know if I could “do” San Clemente. I’m not even sure what I mean when I say that. I’m not sure any of this is ever going to be possible. It’s just fun to dream and I am surprised that my dreams have started moving South. For a long time now they were facing North, Big Sur, Portland, or Seattle as places I romanticized living in someday. I have been in LA most of my life, longer than anywhere and that was never my intention. Not that I think there is anything “wrong” with LA. It’s a fantastic city and we have certainly found a wonderful niche up here in The Mount. I just miss Summers at the beach, swimming in the good ole Pacific, washing sand out of my ass at night. But don’t get me wrong, we have it good right now. Life is good. Perfect even, I would say.

Absolutely Perfect.

I love the look of joy on your face here as the wind whips your greasy sun-blocked hair. We were showing your cousin Keegan Balboa Island in Newport. It was a beautiful day. Nay, a perfect day. And you, my love, are perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

Love, Me.