Get your feet wet

Gold Beach, Vashon Island, sunset.

Michael helped a longtime friend of ours move yesterday, a young woman we’ve watched work extraordinarily hard to achieve her dreams and is now seeing them bear fruit. (With two wild girls, having an EMT-in-training as your regular sitter comes in handy more often than you’d like.)

She’s playing behind us, Alicia and the girls on the beach, skipping stones into the cold Sound. We’ll see her less, now that she’s with the Vashon Fire Department, but only have more reason to visit her island life, saltier and deer-dappled, a short ferry ride away.

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