So, here’s where my mind is this week:
The teensy, tinesy, wonderfully beachtacular part of Cape Cod where I spent magical summers as a kiddo.
Also as a highschooler- one with a penchant for swim team-style bathing suits, despite the fact that even my veryverybest swimming efforts make me look like a howler monkey with a leg cramp.
I also spent these summers wearing bucket hats. And soccer shorts that even a fully grown man would deem too baggy.
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| Why did those shorts need to be quite so large? And why did I feel the need to be oh-so secured, swimming-wise? |
Regardless of style (or a decided lack thereof), I’m thrilled to bitsy bits to be going there next week with my sisters (and bro) and parents and nephews and husband and daughters and family friends.
I may even bring a racerback swimsuit for old time’s sake. (Do they make that style in maternity?)
Better pack some Umbros, too.
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